Chapters A Holsom Women's Social Chapter 6
“Fabulous!” Liza elated and Cherry noticed her shoulders twitch in what might once have been a clap of joy. “Jeany, follow!” she added before taking the lead as they weaved between the various groups of chatting wives.
Based on the direct command Liza had given, and the almost too-graceful strut which Jeany put on, it seemed that her face wasn’t the only thing the doll couldn’t control. Cherry found herself once again filled with appreciation toward the doll girl’s considerate husband for allowing her one outlet with the person she was closest with. Francis had never arranged so much as a playdate for Cherry, at least not yet. He let you come to the Social, didn’t he? she admonished herself. She had to be more careful not to let her worries over Francis turn into whining.
A crowd seemed to be gathering at the far end of the room, and by all indications that was exactly where Liza was leading them. Using her considerable chest to her advantage, Liza cut a path for the trio, and soon they emerged at the front of the small gathering. The other women were all fawning over the occupants of three pastel colored bassinets. Peering inside, Cherry could see the objects of their adoring coos. Not infants in truth, certainly not with breasts that threatened to overflow each bassinet’s lacy border, but three women modified and styled as babydolls. They were waking from a nap, stretching little stumps capped with lace that marked where their full grown limbs had once been. They yawned, showing toothless mouths and smacking fat, pouty lips. Big, curious eyes scanned the faces that surrounded them as they blinked away sleepiness.
“Your little sister?” Cherry asked, trying to pick out which of the three babydolls might in fact be the third sister Liza had brought her to meet.
“Oh, Babbles is the oldest of us, actually!” Liza explained. “Her husband had the doctors do a little plump here and a tuck there to make her look younger, to match what they did to her mind. I used to be the baby of the family, but not any more!”
One of the babydolls, Babbles, brightened at hearing Liza’s voice and when she found her sister among the crowd her cherubic face suddenly glowed with joy. “Byeba!” she squealed at Liza, and then, upon noticing Jeany was there as well, “Geegee!”
“Hello, Babbles!” Liza leaned her face down into the bassinet to kiss her sister right on her button of a nose. “Mmmwuh!” She pronounced deliberately and then giggled at Babbles’ exuberant laugh.
“Byeba~a, no! NO, Byeba!”
“Mwuh! Mwuh! Mwuh!” She pecked Babbles’ cheeks and forehead as the helpless girl shrieked with laughter and attempted to block her face with her useless stumps.
“Jeany, say hello!” Liza called, a little breathless and still giggling.
Jeany strode forward and bent at the waist to position her vacuous face above the expanse of Babbles’ boobs. The horizontal position caused strings of viscous drool to immediately pour from her ever-open mouth. “Geegee! Phhbbbtt! Geegee, phhhbbbt!!!” Babbles squealed, blowing spit through her puckered lips. Jeany pressed her own lips to the puddle already spreading across the bare skin of her sister’s tit, exposed nearly in its entirety despite her nightie, and blew a wet raspberry as commanded. Babbles screeched with glee, drumming her stumpies against her jiggling breasts.
Babbles kept demanding more raspberries and Jeany kept delivering them until both Cherry and Liza noticed that Babbles’ now-slick breasts featured some very-erect nipples tenting her lace frilled nightie. Liza cleared her throat to say, “You can stop whenever you like, Jeany.”
The doll girl gave her baby sister a few more before standing upright, her lower face dripping while her cheeks burned bright red. She turned to stand woodenly behind Liza like before, who uttered a quiet, “You’re welcome, dear.”
A retiree maid stepped forward from its position behind the bassinet. All of the babydolls seemed to have a maid accompanying them, though Cherry had at first not even noticed the latex clad forms. Like all Holsom citizens she was accustomed to ignoring retirees until they made themselves useful. This one had apparently decided to wipe the drool from Babbles’ breasts, one prosthetic arm swinging free to complete this approved task while the other remained locked in the usual folded position behind its back. Babbles evidently found the rubbing quite pleasurable, as she arched her back to offer her pert nipples for the maid’s attention as well. The maid did swab some drool from beneath the nightie, causing coincidental contact that made Babbles twitch and emit a squeaky moan, but it seemed diligently focused on the actual cleaning, whatever the wishes of its charge. Perhaps to distract Babbles from her playful escapades, Liza decided it was time to introduce their new friend.
“Babbles, this is Cherry.” She said, leaning over the side opposite the maid. Cherry followed suit, getting even closer so Babbles could get a good look at her face while Liza repeated deliberately, “Cherry. Can you say Cherry, Babbles?”
“Berry!” Babbles babbled. Close enough, Cherry thought.
“It’s nice to meet you, Babbles.” Cherry cooed in a slow, gentle lyricism like Liza and the others, and received a beaming, toothless smile in return.
But Babbles’ expression changed to a searching frown as she looked beyond the three of them, her attention as fleeting as her giggles. “Dada?”
“No Dada, Babbles.” Liza slowly shook her head to help the words get through. “Dada’s not here. You’re at the Women’s Social. You remember the Social, don’t you?”
“Is she looking for your father?” Cherry whispered out the side of her mouth.
“Maybe, since Jeany and I are here…” Liza said with a great deal of uncertainty. “But she probably wants her husband. She seems to think they’re the same person. She gets so confused when they’re in the same room!”
Babbles scrunched up her face and began to sniffle. “Dada…” and then suddenly let out a full volume cry. “DADA~A!!” The assembled crowd immediately erupted in comforting coos, many abandoning the other bassinets to push themselves closer to Babbles.
“Uh oh.” Cherry took a step back.
“Oh, I think she’s just hungry.” Liza said, unconcerned.
Cherry noticed that the other babydolls were now being fed their bottles by their own maids. Bottle feeding wasn’t uncommon even among women and girls without the other infantile stylings. Liquid ‘slurpees’ were the standard in school cafeterias, though they relied on a slightly different delivery method, and at home Cherry herself had taken a bottle until only recently. She had also enjoyed occasional scraps from the male members of her family; spoon-fed morsels from her father, or things her little brother would rather dispose of discretely. Most of those had gone to the current lady of the house, though. Even if both would eagerly take whatever was offered, it was just easier for him to slip bits of broccoli to the mommy crouched beneath the table than to the sister sitting at Father’s side. Cherry had mostly been content with some warm, nutritious milktm. Sure enough, Babbles’ maid fetched a bottle of the stuff from beneath the bassinet as soon as she was done mopping up Jeany’s drool.
“No!” Babbles pouted, turning her face away from the bottle’s plastic nipple. “Dada!” she spat at the maid with all the authority of a spoiled toddler. “Da. DA!” Her little voice repeated as if she couldn’t be any more clear, which Cherry supposed was true.
She briefly wondered if Babbles might be on a script of some sort, but she suspected more traditional methods of simplification had been employed here. There was a wide variety available for suitors to choose from for their brides. As far as she knew Francis had left her mind untouched in the end, but before the wedding she had expected anything from losing her letters and numbers, all the way to the kind of adjustment one of the other babydolls seemed to live with. The entirely-limbless girl looked upward, cross-eyed, brows furrowed in ecstasy as if perpetually in mid-coitus with her owner, entirely unresponsive to the doting of the wives leaning over her. Cherry wondered for a moment what it would be like not to even feel the passing of time, just endless simple pleasure and happiness, but then she wouldn’t have gotten to see Diane’s face. Wait, no— Francis was the person who made life worth living! Cherry thought of Francis and smiled, forcing her momentary lapse deep into her mind, before she looked back at Jeany and Liza’s elder sister.
The maid had returned the unwanted bottle to its place beneath the bassinet and instead retrieved what appeared to be a realistically-modeled phallus. At first glance Cherry thought it might be a slurpee dispenser, like she had used in school, but those were not nearly so well defined. Slurpees taught the proper skills, but bore only a vague resemblance to the appendage between a man’s legs. The thing the maid had produced seemed to be more directly inspired. Holding it before Babbles for approval, the girl’s eyes lit up with an even greater exuberance than she had shown for her sisters.
“Dada!” she cooed lovingly to what Cherry realized was almost certainly a detailed replica of her husband’s penis. Babbles made kissy faces at it and reached with all four stubby limbs until the maid lowered the tip to her lips. She controlled her excitement long enough to give it a soft, reverent kiss before pulling the whole head into her mouth and suckling determinedly. The rear of the soft silicone cylinder was connected via a clear tube to a bladder the maid now held suspended high above the tiny wife with its other prosthetic hand. Cherry watched as a thick white fluid flowed from the bladder down into the tube, the cock, and from the way she swallowed gulp after satisfied gulp, Babbles’ throat.
“She’s always had a way of bullying people until they give her what she wants…” Liza said, with a rueful shake of her head. “Allison could be downright mean, before the wedding, but even when Babbles is mad she’s still so adorable that it’s hard to take it personally.” She giggled, clacking her pleaser playfully against Jeany’s. “I like her better this way, too, Jeany!”
“She seems pleased with the circumstances, as well!” Cherry remarked brightly, watching the obsessive, yet ever-so-gentle way Babbles nursed from the cock in her mouth.
“Oh, you should have seen the fit Allie threw when she learned about the mods that Sean — that’s ‘Dada’ — had ordered for her!” Liza exclaimed with a serious expression that barely suppressed a smile. “She made a big show of ‘running away’, and Father actually let her go. She’d done it before, and never gotten more than a few blocks before her own cold feet carried her home. But this time she actually made it all the way to a group of Redeemers doing charity work out in the woods — you know, with the strays — and she tried to pass herself off as an orphan!”
“Oh my goodness!” Cherry gasped, stifling a giggle.
“I know!” Liza made no such effort to spare Babbles’ feelings, bursting into a laugh. Not that it made much difference: even if her attention hadn’t been elsewhere Babbles still probably wouldn’t recognize the humor. “I mean, she thought she was soooo smart, then does something as dumb as that? They brought her straight home, of course. Father was not impressed, but Sean actually said the whole thing was cute. Yes, ‘feisty’ — that was it. Thank you, Jeany.
“We were all worried Sean might break off the engagement — how embarrassing! — but fortunately all was well after she apologized and thanked him for her spanking. He led her straight to the clinic after that; no more chances to cause a scene. The next time we saw her was at the wedding, when Babbles made her debut, being led down the aisle in… no, not this carrier, it was her other one; the one that can drive itself! It delivered her right up to the altar, and held her head in the proper place for the ceremony. It might not be what she thought she wanted, but you could hardly say Allison had ever been as happy as Babbles was in that moment!”
Cherry loved stories with happy endings. Even though girls were well prepared to be perfected for their husbands someday, it was still common to be frightened of the reality when it came. Changes to the mind had an especially scary reputation. Many girls had experienced an off-putting first meeting with a former friend, now seemingly a completely different person behind the same pair of eyes. But Cherry always tried to see it as a chance to start fresh, a silver lining of sorts! Besides, Babbles’ husband was right to make her exactly as he wanted, that was the whole point of marriage, wasn’t it? Cherry doubted the adorable little girl ever felt neglected, and that was surely the worse fate!
“She really doesn’t like being away from her Dada.” Liza said, unknowingly echoing Cherry’s thoughts. “He has a home practice — he used to be her therapist, actually; she took it hard when mommy was retired — so she spends most days snuggled up right on his lap!”
“She seems to think he’s here now…or part of him is, at least.” Cherry observed, watching the delicate affection Babbles showed to the silicone facsimile of her husband’s member.
“I guess so!” Liza grinned. “Like I said before, she’s not so good at differentiating between her ‘Dada’ and anything that comes close, whether it’s that or even our real father. It sure made things easier when Sean used to drop her off to play with Jeany and me before our engagements, because Father’s presence always put her right at ease.” She gave an exaggerated eye roll towards Jeany and the dollgirl’s breasts jiggled from what Cherry imagined was a knowing chuckle. “It was almost impossible for us to get his attention when she was around. If you didn’t know she was just confused you’d probably think she was trying to seduce him, and honestly by our Father’s doting we were never sure if it might not be working!”
Her voice softened as she looked down at her eldest sister. “They have a much better relationship than they used to; I think we all do. She still visits him sometimes, even though she sees Jeany and I at the Socials now. Sean just drops her off, like before, so as not to confuse her too much. You really should see the look on her face when they’re both together — Sean and Father — she doesn’t know whether to be bewildered or overjoyed. It’s hard to believe she used to be the smartest of us three!”
Cherry laughed along with Liza and Jeany again, and even Babbles gurgled happily around her goopy mouthfuls. She was definitely responding to her sisters’ laughter rather than any understanding of what had been said, which somehow made the scene that much sweeter. Perhaps it would be easy for Cherry, too, with such a simple mind, to accept the attention she did receive without agonizing over whatever defect she must possess that had caused Francis to lose interest so quickly.
Life before marriage had been easier, certainly. The basic expectations for young girls weren’t much different than for wives: to idolize and obey the men in their life, and to follow what they decreed. A girl’s upbringing all depended on her father’s proclivities, unless she had been Promised to a husband already. Cherry’s father had been rather lax, but his brother had set out very strict curriculums and edicts for his own property. Sharon was the youngest, or whatever her name was now that Cherry had been in isolation and Sharon’s wedding had undoubtedly come and gone. In addition to the vow of silence demanded of all Redeemed girls, Sharon had also spent the first and last three hours of every day under the altar to Adam in the room she shared with her sisters. Cherry remembered plenty of times being turned away at the door because her best friend was engaged in Adoration, contributing to the indentations in the prayer kneelers alongside her doll mother and her sisters, much too busy to play.
And sure Cherry would be sad, but not for long, and then she, Sharon and the other girls would be free to race around the sprawling yard or fight over who got to play with their favorite toy, “The indoopitable little Mrs Layton”, which — come to think of it — didn’t look much different than Babbles, frilly stumpies and all! Sharon’s father was among the strictest Cherry knew, but even she had had plenty of time for carefree play in the years before preparation for womanhood began in earnest. Life would be so much simpler if Cherry could somehow live like that again, keeping the benefits of marriage intact while also ridding herself of any true worries. She could see why Sean had chosen such a life for Babbles, sparing her all of Allison’s woes.
When the bladder had emptied, the maid separated the phallus from Babbles’ lips with a distinct pop. Babbles gave a small burp while her maid wiped the excess that dribbled free from her fat, pink lips. Cherry noticed the outline of Babbles’ full belly against the fabric of the nightie and briefly wondered why none of the babydolls wore diapers before she realized that they must have the same valve inside that she did, making accidents impossible.
Babbles’ lashes began to flutter, and she stretched her toothless mouth in another long, high pitched yawn.
“Oh, it’s nap time again.” Liza announced, backing away from the bassinet. Cherry followed suit, noticing that the other babies were already sound asleep. “She basically hibernates if her Dada isn’t around. That’s why we try to be here when she wakes up for her feedings.”
Cherry watched as Babbles’ eyelids fell completely closed and her breathing almost immediately took on the peaceful rhythm of sleep. The crowd around the bassinets was already dissipating, the main event concluded. Some of the wives headed for the refreshment tables, and Cherry realized that she was a bit peckish herself. Watching Babbles slurp so enthusiastically had reminded her that she’d had no sustenance since early that morning. It seemed Francis had forgotten to make an accommodation for her afternoon meal without her usual maids to give it to her.
“I think I might try some of the snacks.” She told Liza, pointing her gaze towards the tables. “Will you join me?”
“Oh, shoot! I ate just before we met!” Liza pouted. “And they don’t have anything for Jeany anyway. She gets a nutrient flush with her enemas every morning and evening.”
That being the case, Cherry bid her new friends adieu, her hunger overpowering her desire to stay. They made plans to meet again the following week, assuming Cherry was allowed to attend, and she left Liza singing a soft lullaby to her slumbering sister, with Jeany standing stiffly at her side, staring at the wall.
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