This is one of the better bizarro horror novellas I've read, though I can't quite call it good. For one, there are far too many cliched characters making bonehead decision after bonehead decision; for two, there are also too many scenes of Character A explaining what is happening to Character B and having to deal with their initial laughter, then state of incredulity, before eventually registering their begrudging acceptance.
But what Night of the Living Inflatable Love Dolls does do well is inject a sense of fun into the typical town-under-siege narrative. After all, how many books offer you the chance to read about a bunch of animated sex dolls projectile vomiting a substance that causes human flesh to expand so that the infected person literally explodes in a matter of moments? All while dancing around a carpet of animated dildos which are crawling across the ground on their way to ...? Well, who knows what they do. They're just present for set-dressing.
If that above paragraph floats your boat, then I have no hesitation in recommending Glaze's novella to you. But if the paragraph above that caused you to wrinkle your nose in disdain, I'd advise steering well clear.
2.5 Projectiles of Black Goop (rounded up) for Night of the Living Inflatable Love Dolls.