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The Store: Love Dolls 1/3 by Transviscera

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The Store: Love Dolls 2/3 [Suit/Dolls] by Transviscera

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The Store: Love Dolls 3/3 [Suits/Dollification] by Transviscera

Michelle was keeping a close eye on Nathan and Chris. For the days leading up to Valentine's, the two dolls had delighted audiences with their sweet displays of affection, the customers awwing and cooing as the 'animatronic' love dolls frolicked and played together.
Anyone who'd worked with the men in the suits could sense the tension. The close hugs they held each other in were inches away from becoming choke holds. The playful shoves weren't one doll playing hard-to-get, but the preludes to a fight, as they tested each other's strength. They hadn't spoken a word to each other all week. Even at the end of their shifts, when they unbuckled and stripped each other in the staff changing rooms, the work was done in frosty silence.
Her fears were confirmed when the dull clonk of ceramic-on-wood rang out across the store. She raced to the main thoroughfare, pushing through a ring of customers to find Chris flat on his back with Nathan standing over him, his fist clenched.
"What happened?" she gasped.
"That doll called that other doll a motherfucker," offered one baffled onlooker.
"Um. They must be malfunctioning. Ha. Ha," she laughed weakly, grabbing the brawling dolls and hailing them across the store. They continued to swing at each other but thankfully the performers under her management, particularly the men, had rather delicate physique on account of the limits of their costumes, and she had no difficulty overpowering their feeble protests.
"Fighting?! In full view of the customers?! You're lucky I don't fire you right now," she snapped back at the disobedient toys.
"He started it!" snarled Chris.
"I don't care which of you started it," Michelle snapped. A glass display cabinet was built into one wall. She unlocked it and pushed Nathan in. "You used to be friends. Whatever happened between you, you're going to stay in there until you've talked it out like grown men." She gave Chris a firm shove into the cabinet, pressing the glass door closed on his ass.
"Don't leave me alone with this pervert!" Nathan cried as the door was locked.
"I'm the pervert?" Chris hissed "You're the one who kissed me."
"That's rich coming from the man who had his tongue wedged down my throat," Nathan retorted.
"Yeah? Well, I didn't hear any complaints over all your moaning for more."
"Because I thought you were my girlfriend! Kinda hard to enunciate with your tongue in my mouth, asshole! Ughn! Ge-get your leg out of my crotch!"
"You get your tits out of my face, bro!"
Michelle watched the two writhe within the cabinet, the thick glass muffling their argument to a whisper. Their vapid masks stared out imploringly. There was barely enough room for them to move, let alone swing a punch, and she satisfied herself that they were no longer a threat to each other or the valuable antique suits, as they desperately squirmed their bodies together to find a comfortable orientation, their porcelain curves pressing against the glass and each other.
If only all her staff could be displayed like boxed dolls, it would save her so much hassle, she mused. It did unfortunately leave the shop floor unstaffed, since she'd promoted Brian to the food court that morning. She sighed. She would have to find replacements from somewhere.