Please Take One (Halloween Special)

Heyyo! This week’s Patreon Exclusive Short comes a day early and will be available to all patron tiers in honor of my favorite holiday! I don’t write mean-spirited or bad ending content very often, so be warned, this is a once every year kind of story.

DISCLAIMER: This story contains doll transformation, TG transformation, age regression, and other ABDL themes. I hope you enjoy this spooky tale!

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“Whoa there, kiddos!”

Sitting perched on the wide brim of a street lamp, Logan slammed his leg down in front of two little kids. Both of them were dressed up as superheroes and each possessed a bag filled to the brim with fun-sized candies.

The high school super senior dressed in a leather jacket and a pair of black jeans stood up and leaned over the two hapless kids who had stumbled down the wrong sidewalk, “Can’t let you pass without paying the candy tax.”

“Dang it, Eric! I thought you said he was on 5th street!”

“He was!”

“Whatever, dude.”

“Oh, shut up, Dylan!”

The two boys bickered back and forth, testing Logan’s patience. He suddenly reached down and grabbed both of their bags from them. He then proceeded to dump them on the ground, picking up several of his favorites. All the while, Eric and Dylan backed away and waited in silence for the neighborhood bully to take his cut.

“Pleasure doing business with you both,” he said as he stood up, intentionally squashing several candies beneath his feet. He cackled like a Disney villain as he walked off into the night, leaving the powerless superheroes to pick up what remained of their loot from tonight.

Logan had been the town bully for years, but he was always the worst on Beggar’s Night. Throughout the past five years of his high school career, he’d terrorized countless elementary and middle schoolers to the point where half the town’s parents felt practically forced to escort their kids around for two hours.

Kicking a pumpkin off of somebody’s porch, Logan was preparing to start part two of his Halloween festivities, vandalism. With all the cops roaming around this year, he was gonna have to get creative with how he moved around town as the night grew later, but that was the whole point.

Knowing he couldn’t return home tonight, Logan had prepared several supply stashes throughout the neighborhood, from classics such as toilet paper and eggs to some heavier artillery, like spray paint and fireworks. He waited 364 days for this day to arrive every year. Tonight, this town belonged to him. He gorged himself on several pieces of trick-or-treater candy, trying not to think about his recent weight gain, and journeyed out into the night.

Ducking between houses, Logan made his way towards his first stash spot. Along the way, however, he saw a sight too good to pass up. For the past few years, families had gotten smart enough to stop being lazy and setting candy bowls outside with the “only take one” honor system. However, each year, a few new neighbors wouldn’t get the memo, making for excellent victims. He was a bit surprised that he’d missed this house earlier, but couldn’t care less. A jackpot of candy was only a few dozen feet away.

Checking to make sure the coast was clear, Logan sprinted across the street and rushed towards the lavishly decorative, Halloween-themed entrance that stretched from the suburban house all the way to the sidewalk. It was certainly one of the most elaborate setups he’d seen put up in a while. He made the mental note to not destroy it if the candy they had out was any good. Maybe then some of these fuckers would actually try next year.

However, once he stepped inside the wide-mouthed tunnel that was illuminated only by candlelight, his demeanor shifted. A cool breeze blew through Logan’s shoulder-length hair and sent a chill throughout his body as he saw an unnerving sight.

The walls were lined with rows and rows of antique dolls. All of them looked extremely expensive and well-kept. Logan scoffed, pretending to act confused as to why someone would put a bunch of dolls out for Halloween. “Like some girl toys are gonna scare me.” He reached over and knocked a random doll to the floor. Its blue Victorian gown made a distinct *pomf* sound as it hit the ground.

Once Logan moved further into the hallway, he began to feel a bit uneasy. There were so many dolls, and it felt like their eyes were following him no matter where he stood. He took a deep breath and pushed it to the back of his mind. I was almost to the candy cauldron anyway.

As Logan moved closer, though, he noticed that the term “cauldron” may have been more accurate than he realized. Moving up the steps to the wide, enclosed porch, he came face to face with a giant iron cauldron filled with candy. And not just any candy, it was his favorite, Buttercrunchers! He placed his hands on the sides of the metal bowl and lifted it up, before instantly setting it back down. The thing weighed a ton! There was no way he was going to bother lugging that heavy bastard around.

Logan decided to cut his losses and stuff as many Buttercrunchers as he could into his pockets. However, as soon as his hands clamped down on the candy bars…

“Please take one.”

The voice caught Logan off-guard. He dropped his handful of Buttercrunchers and backed away, prepared to bolt.

“Please take one.”

Logan relaxed, as the voice didn’t seem to be coming from a living person. Off to the side of the cauldron sat a baby girl doll. It had golden, curly hair and green eyes. Fitted onto its body was a poofy, white satin dress that stopped just short of terry cloth nappy on its waist. On its hands and feet were matching white mittens made from the same material as the dress, and puffed out as if stuffed with cotton. It also had a white, silky bonnet around its head.

Scoffing at his own paranoia, Logan casually walked back to the table to get a good look at the antique, talking doll. “Please take one.” He picked it up, finding that it was hollow and made of porcelain. Looking around the doll-filled space, it appeared to be the only porcelain doll, as well as the only baby doll, present. Separated from the other, he assumed that it must’ve been priceless. Likely the most expensive thing here.

Tucking the doll in under his arm, Logan grabbed a handful of candy bars and turned to leave. In his head, he was already celebrating. He couldn’t believe he’d gotten so lucky. He wondered how expensive the antique doll was. He was hoping to hawk it at the pawnshop one town over for at least a few hundred bucks.

*pomf*

Midway through the tunnel, Logan stopped in his tracks as he heard a familiar sound. He turned around to see that a doll had fallen off of its place on the wall and was now lying face down on the ground. Confused, he walked over and kicked it over with his foot. It looked like just a normal Victorian doll, this one with black hair and a dark purple dress. He raised his foot to kick it down the walkway.

*pomf*

Logan whipped his head around when he heard yet another doll fall over. At this point, he just found it funny. He didn’t even have to wreck this place. It seemed to be doing a fine job on its own. He looked back down on the ground to follow through with his kick. But...the doll was gone.

All of a sudden, Logan felt a pair of tiny hands clinging to the back of his pants and scaling upward. He craned his neck back to see behind him, greeted by the same doll in the purple dress, which was now moving on its own.

Needless to say, Logan didn’t react gracefully. He screamed at the top of his lungs and attempted to reach back and bat the living doll away to no avail. He slammed himself back against the rows of dollies, knocking several of them over. He tried to step over them but lost his footing and face planted into the ground.

*SMASH!*

Logan didn’t have to look. He felt the baby doll shatter in between his arms. He instantly rolled over to check his body. Thankfully, his leather jacket saved him from any potential cuts. He relaxed, looking over at the fractured baby doll, its clothing now baggy and filled with tiny pieces of broken porcelain.

The shattered doll didn’t hold Logan’s attention for long, as the same freaking purple dress dolly stood up from the pile of other dolls. He started backing away, looking towards the exit.

*pomf*

Another doll fell, landing directly in front of Logan’s face. It winked at him just before an avalanche of girly dolls rained down from above, overwhelming his size and strength.

Logan was pinned to the floor by the constantly shifting figures, unable to dig himself out as they kept piling on. Suddenly, he felt a bunch of tiny hands grab onto his right arm and pull it tight, followed shortly by his left. The same thing then happened to his legs, forcing him into a spread eagle position.

It was at this point that the tough-guy persona Logan had cultivated and maintained for years vanished in a flash. “HELP ME! ANYBODY! PLEASE!” screamed Logan, as he yanked against the toy hands with all of his might, finding that his efforts were futile. He writhed around as much as he could before more dolls came over to hold down his torso. He was completely trapped.

Logan was no longer using words, shrieking ferally for someone to come and save him, but a swift kick to the gut put an end to him crying out, taking the wind out of him instantaneously. He tilted his head up to see the purple dress dolly staring down at him with the same emotionless expression of a real doll. It held something in its hand that wasn’t there before. It looked like a miniature staff of some sort. The doll raised it high and shot a beam of light into Logan’s chest.

Gasping for air, Logan felt his heart literally stop…and yet, he was still fully conscious. He opened his mouth to take in a breath but found he no longer possessed that ability.

All of the dolly hands let go of Logan. He willed himself to stand up and attempt a daring escape, but his body didn’t seem to listen to him anymore. He was unable to tell what exactly was happening, with his head sinking back to the ground and fixing his perspective on the tunnel’s dark void of a roof with only candlelight to dance off of it. If he didn’t know any better, the longer he stared upward, the farther away it seemed to look.

While Logan couldn’t move, he could certainly feel things shifting around him. He felt his clothes leave his body, assuming the dolls must’ve been undressing him. Two of the little monsters threw something over his head. It obstructed his view for a few seconds as it rustled against his face before his sight was returned to him. Only now, there was a white rim of some kind that cut off the top of his vision and was currently being tied around his neck by the two dollies. He felt whatever it was brush against his cheek. It was incredibly soft and smooth. Not only that, but in the corner of his peripheral vision, he saw what looked to be a small, golden curl. A thought entered his mind, but he quickly pushed the thought away, believing it was too horrifying to ever be reality.

Logan then felt himself being lifted off of the cold ground by several other dolls, before being set back down. There was something additional under his butt when they laid him down that was then pulled up between his legs. It felt like an incredibly soft cotton-like material. Several hands worked on the fabric, adjusting and folding it over in a confusing series of ways. “Just what exactly were these dolls doing?” he fiercely pondered, not yet wanting to come to terms with the obvious.

A couple of dolls lifted up each of his arms and legs and fed them into sacks made of slick fabric and filled with cotton stuffing. Exactly like the mittens that the baby doll wore. He could no longer deny what was happening.

Logan was being turned into a baby doll and the other dollies surrounding him were dressing him up in the clothes of the porcelain one he’d just broken. He tried to call out for help again but found he no longer had any voice to speak of. His mind was filled with panic but his body remained still.

The purple dress dolly returned to his field of vision once more, this time standing off to the side of his head and looking much taller than she did a minute ago. It reached down and cradled his head and upper back in its arms. This lifted his head up, allowing him to see that he was not only correct about his new attire, but he was also horrified to find that his skin was not only white and smooth, but his body was now that of a little girl’s. Gone was the belly fat he was self-conscious about, replaced by a thin, flawless tummy that shined against the candles that lit the tunnel.

A few more dollies came over to help stand Logan upright. They grabbed his arms and tilted him forward, allowing him to finally come to terms with his new height. He couldn’t have been more than a foot tall if even that.

The dolls suddenly dropped silky, flowy fabric over top of him, blocking his vision again. When his head finally resurfaced, something frilly and poofy was now clinging to his shoulders and hugging his body. The dolls had finished the job. Logan was now a perfect porcelain baby doll.
A series of other dolls marched together with a hand mirror held high above their heads. They lowered it for the purple dress dolly to have, who then brought the mirror over to Logan and slowly raised it up, keeping him in anticipation for as long as it could.

Once the big reveal happened, Logan wanted to do nothing more than cry his eyes out. An unmanly action, yes, but one he wasn’t even capable of doing anymore. He stared at his new reflection, a spitting image of the baby doll he’d crushed, and regretting every bad, hubris-driven decision that had led him to this moment. In his head, he whimpered for forgiveness. For a second chance to do better, granted from some higher power. His mental pleas would not be answered.

The purple dress dolly gestured to several others, who then picked Logan up and ferried him back to the porch, where the candy cauldron was sitting. Dozens of other dolls stacked themselves on top of each other to create a stairway of sorts up to the top side of the table. It was certainly a sight to behold, even if its current victim wasn’t exactly stopping to smell the roses at the present.

As he arrived at the base of the cauldron, the team of dolls sat him down with an audible *pomf*, bending his waist so that I could sit up and see out onto the street, where several kids and families were still milling about. Even those little brats, Eric and Dylan, were having a blast after their run-in with him. Without a care in the world. On HIS day!

The purple dress dolly marched up to Logan for what would be the final time. Meanwhile, all the other dollies were in the midst of returning to their designated spots, preparing to resume their motionless state like nothing ever happened.

Now completely alone with the purple dress dolly, it reached around Logan’s head and fastened a small voice back onto his back. It proceeded to delicately wave a hand in front of Logan’s eyes, winking at him as it did.

“Please take one.”

THE END & HAPPY HALLOWEEN!