Gwen started to say how was she confiscating this strange doll until she could speak with her sister, however looking down at her daughters pouting eyes she felt a tinge of guilt of taking the doll away. She looked down at the anatomically correct doll and her dirtied sleeve with a sigh as she tried to justify the toys features. It was a breast pump after all, perhaps the dolls penis was simply there to release any milk inside. Still, the strange stickiness and texture felt a little too strange.
“Please Mommy,” Abby, still bare standing in the tub asked, pleading up at her mother.
“Alright dear,” Gwen said reluctantly, “you will be perfectly fine playing with this. For now at least, but I’ll be sure to have a talk with your Aunt about this doll later.”
“Yay!” Abby squeaked with delightful as Gwen lowered you back into Abby’s embrace, hugging you tightly to her bare chest, “thank you mommy. Don’t worry, I’ll take extra special care of my baby dolly.”
“Good,” Gwen said, unable to hide her smile as her daughter enjoys playing with her doll, “now, why don’t you dry yourself off and put some clothes on alright?”
“Okay Mommy,” Abby agreed, grabbing a fluffy pink towel and wrapping it around the two of you before walking off back to her room.
Through this whole ordeal you were shocked by the outcome. Surely you thought after seeing her daughter practically suckling on your penis you expected to be free from this childish torture! Unfortunately luck wasn’t on your side as, despite what she saw, she decided Abby was perfectly fine playing with you. You felt a chill run down your spine of what other sick situation you’d find yourself forced into as Abby carried you back into her room.
“Alright baby,” she said as she stepped into her room, closing the door behind her, “welcome to my room!”
Abby pulled you out from the towel by your arms facing away from her to give you a better look at the room. It was about what you would expect from a girl her ages’ room. Bright pink walls, clothes and toys scattered across the floor, a large closet practically bursting with colorful fabric, and of course a large bed with a white and red comforter with a toy chest resting at the foot of the bed.
Abby walks over to the bed and gently lays you face up, smiling down at your nude form, her eyes looking over your body, specifically the fascinating little boy part she had played with earlier.
“Alright baby,” she says, smiling down at you, “I think it’s time for…”