(Bad end story)

(Warning, this is a cartoon physics, and object tf fetish story, if you don't like that, don't read this.)

Nicole walked into the toy shop with a spaghetti strap shirt, light blue shorts, and pink flip flops. Her stride showed confidence as her hips bounced back, and forth. Why wouldn't she be confident? She was the most beautiful woman in her college with the brains to back it up. She wouldn't usually be in a toy store, she isn't a little kid after all, but she promised to meet some of her friends there. She had no idea why they chose a toy store, but whatever.

At the counter was an old woman who was organizing some boxes no doubt filled with Kiddy stuff. Nicole just sighed, leaning upon one of the tables.

SMASH!

Nicole's eyes opened wide as she turned around. Her fat ass pushed something off the table, a wooden house. It fell to the ground, and smashed into many pieces. "Oh no…" Nicole thought to herself, started to sweat.

From the sounds of the crashing the old woman turned around, and stared at Nicole.

Nicole looked worried at the broken wreck on the ground. "This is really bad!"

"What did you do?" The old woman yelled out.

Nicole turned towards the old hag. "I am terribly sorry it was just an accident."

"You can't go around destroying other people's property!?" She yelled as she walked away from the counter, and headed towards Nicole.

Nicole sighed as she went into her pocket. "Look I can pay you back, it didn't cost that much rig…" Nicole suddenly stopped herself as she froze in place. The hands of the old lady started glowing.

Nicole was confused, she wanted to scream, but could not, she wanted to run away, but could not, all she could do was stare at the old lady who suddenly became a hundred times scarier.

"You old whipper snappers don't know respect." The old lady told the terrified woman. "You're going to replace my little house!"

"What the hell is this crazy bitch talking about! Why can't I move?" Nicole thought. Suddenly, there was pain all over her body. It felt like her body was…shrinking? "What the hell is going on!" She screamed internally as she started shrinking.  She looked to her hands, and noticed that they were losing their fingers, and becoming more stumps. She noticed the same thing happening to her feet as her sandals slid off. She continued to shrink as more of her clothes started falling off her increasingly small body as it was getting rounder, and softer. As she was panicking she saw her reflection in a random mirror, her face was becoming less detailed, her fearful grimace was turning into a cute little smile, and lastly her eye became two random buttons. Eventually the shrinking stopped. Nicole realized what she became, but did not want to admit the horror. She was now a cute little doll.

The old woman shook her head. "I messed up it seems." She said as she grabbed the doll. "You were supposed to be a house, not a doll." She let out a big sigh. "Well I suppose I can make it do with this at least." She then carried the doll over to the counter, and plopped it there. She pulled out a box under the counter, and started searching through it. "My spell could have at least transformed your clothes as well." She pulled out a little pink tutu. "Well I can still make this work." She slowly started dressing the petrified doll. She put down the new pink tutu wearing doll onto the counter. She then pulled out a pink box. "I'm going to make some use of you yet!" She then slowly slid the doll into the pink box and then closed it. "Okay we're done now. You look perfect"

The mad woman then walked up to the shelf where the toy house once stood. "Probably, not that good of a replacement, but I guess you can work." She then turned away, and went back to her desk.

Motionless in the box as a cute little doll could only think to herself. "Let me out! LET! ME! OUT! PLEASE!" She internally yelled, desperate to be human again. "I told you I would already pay you back, I'll give you anything, literally anything just change me back!" Her silent please went unanswered.

—

(2 hours later)

Three women walked into the store, "Oh my God Nicole is going to be so mad at us!" One of the girls mumbled under her breath. "We were supposed to be here 2 hours ago, and she's probably been waiting all this time."

"It's okay, we can probably just buy her a toy, and she'll be happy." Another girl responded as they walked up to the counter.

"Speaking of Nicole, where the hell is she?" Another one asked, looking around.

The doll sitting in her box got a glimpse of the three women. They were her wonderful friends. "Oh my God, I'm saved!" She internally yelled, still sitting perfectly still in her box. "Once they see who I am they'll pick me up, and get me out of here!" She thought hopefully.

One of the said girls looked down upon the little cute plushie in the box. "Wow, this is an incredibly cheap looking doll."

"Wait cheap?" Nicole thought to herself, the unintentional insult cutting her hop like a knife through butter. "Hey, you can't seriously not recognize me?! It's me Nicole, remember!" She desperately wanted to yell out, unfortunately she could say nothing as the woman turned away from her. "Hey where the hell are you going! For the love of God don't leave me!"

"She must not be here, we took too long." One of the girls said as she started walking off. The other two girls followed her. "We'll apologize when we see her again.

"Wait, wait, come back." The doll wanted to scream but couldn't. "I'm not a doll, I'm Nicole, a human. Please pull up with God save me!" She then turned her gaze at the old woman at the counter, giving her no mind, a sense of dread filling her. "I don't want to be a Doll, I'm not a doll, I'M NOT A DOLL!" She cried out in despair.

—

(1 Year later)

It was another day at the toy shop, and Nicole, the doll's fluffy heart raced as the owner of the shop came in. The old lady gave her no mind "Oh boy it's the store owner, another day of shoppers is going to start." The doll thought, sitting in its cute little box. Customers passed her by, she was hoping one of them would finally buy her so she could have a best friend. Occasionally people looked at the doll but sadly no one seemed interested, this caused the little doll to feel sadness.

The day went on until it was closing time. The little doll felt so much sadness, but optimism that one day would be sold.

—

(??? Years later)

The door to the store opened up as a woman walked in. "This place sure brings back memories." She thought to herself as she walked up to the counter. "Ever since that old woman died this place has been closed, and the town has been somewhat sadder." She looked at a random box with a doll in it. "Well after all these years they still haven't sold you." She looked the doll directly in the face. "Maybe I should have bought you when I had the chance." She thought. "Well sometimes toys aren't successful." She then placed it back on its lonely shelf.

The doll was filled with despair, no one wanted it, and its cute little tutu. It wanted to cry, but doll's couldn't cry.

And ever since then that had been Nicole's fate, just sitting on the shelf as people passed by for years, and years. But the doll eventually gave up finding a best friend, especially with age catching up to her. She was a shelf warmer, nothing more waiting to decay. The ugly little doll.

(THE END!)

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(Alternate ending)

(??? Years later)

The door to the store opened up as a woman walked in. "This place sure brings back memories." She thought to herself as she walked up to the counter. "Ever since that old woman died this place has been closed, and the town has been somewhat sadder." She looked at a random box with a doll in it. "Well after all these years they still haven't sold you." She looked the doll directly in the face. "Maybe I should have bought you when I had the chance." She thought, bringing the doll to the counter. "Well, I'm the new owner of this place, and I might as well finally get you out of that box." She lifted the doll out, it looked born down from years of dust. "You can be a very good mascot for the place."

The doll looked up at the new shop owner, an extreme amount of excitement filled her fuzzy body. For years she's been alone here gathering dust, but after all this time she's finally made a friend. "Yay finally a friend!" The doll thought as she was put on the shelf behind the new owner. "I'm going to be a fluffy star!"

—

(2 weeks later)

The store was busy as it once was, many customers coming in, and out. To the doll, which the new store owner named Plumpy for its slightly fat appearance, it felt nostalgic. She herself was finally popular as the new mascot of the store, so much so they started making more dolls of her. However, the new store owner wouldn't sell the original one, she was too iconic. Plumpy herself was fine with this, she loved the store, she had an owner, and finally had the love she craved. It was a great combo. There she laid at the back shelf, being a happy little doll for her big sweet owner.

In a way the woman the doll once was got what she always wanted, to be famous. It's so sweet that she finally got her wish. She was a much better doll than a person.