Life in plastic

Lucille smirks wickedly, her eyes gleaming with sadistic glee as she continues the tale, "Life in Plastic."

Yumi spent every spare moment in her room, surrounded by towering shelves of Barbie dolls. Hundreds of them, in every incarnation imaginable - from vintage classics to modern day divas. But her prized possession was always her Ken doll collection. She had over a dozen, all in pristine condition, their plastic bodies never marred by the touch of a human hand.

Suzie watched with growing unease as Yumi spent more and more time with her dolls, dusting them, arranging them, whispering to them like they were real. She had started to call it 'her Ken harem,' a joke, but with a ring of truth that made Suzie shiver.

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To Suzie, it seemed more like a disturbing obsession. Yumi would spend hours posing and re-posing her Kens, arranging them in lewd, suggestive positions. She'd giggle and murmur to them, as if sharing intimate secrets. It was unsettling, and Suzie had started to feel like a third wheel in her own relationship.

Late one night, as Suzie crept into Yumi's room to confront her, she gasped in shock. Yumi was sprawled naked on the bed, her legs spread wide, a Ken doll thrust deep inside her dripping pussy. Suzie watched in horror as Yumi writhed and moaned, fucking herself with the doll's rigid plastic cock.

Suddenly, Yumi's body began to change. Her skin tightened, her curves sharpening and smoothing into an unreal, Barbie-doll perfection. Suzie stumbled back in terror as Yumi's eyes met hers - they were no longer human, but the same blank, dead doll eyes that stared back from the shelves.

"Yumi, what's happening to you?" Suzie cried out, but Yumi just giggled, a high-pitched, uncanny sound. She stood up, her movements jerky and unnatural, like a marionette controlled by invisible strings.

"It's beautiful," Yumi cooed, running her hands over her new, plastic body. "I feel...free. I feel...alive." She grabbed another Ken doll, ramming it deep into her tight, glistening slit. "And now, I want to make you feel alive too, Suzie."

Before Suzie could scream, Yumi lunged forward, slamming her onto the bed. Suzie felt a searing pain as Yumi plunged a Ken doll's cock deep into her cunt, her other hand gripping Suzie's throat. Suzie thrashed and struggled, but Yumi was inhumanly strong.

As the plastic invaded Suzie's body, she felt her own flesh begin to tighten and smooth. Her skin hardened into flawless, unblemished plastic. Her mind clouded, her thoughts fading into the same empty, cock-hungry void that consumed Yumi.

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Suzie's struggles grew weaker as the curse of the dolls seeped into her flesh. Her mind clouded over, her thoughts fading into a haze of pink plastic and throbbing cock. She no longer saw Yumi as her beloved lesbian gf.

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Yumi grinned at Suzie's confusion, her plastic teeth glinting in the moonlight. "You're not making sense, Suzie. We're Barbie dolls now, and Barbie dolls need Ken doll cocks to be complete."

Suzie looked down at her own body, now a perfect plastic replica of Yumi's, her skin smooth and unblemished. She could feel the hard, unyielding material beneath her touch, the slick plastic of her pussy clenching around the Ken doll still buried deep inside.

Yumi grabbed another Ken, shoving it into Suzie's mouth. "Suck it," she commanded, her voice a distorted, doll-like singsong. "Suck all the cocks, Suzie. That's what we're made for now."

Suzie opened her mouth wide, letting the plastic prick slide over her tongue. It tasted of chemicals and sin. She began to suck, her lips forming a tight seal around the doll's rigid shaft. It wasn't like sucking a real cock at all - it was better. It was perfect.

As the two Barbie dolls fucked each other with wild abandon, the room began to fill with a sickening, sweet scent - the smell of melted plastic and something else. Something dark and ancient and hungry.

The curse of the dolls was complete. Yumi and Suzie were no longer lesbians, no longer human. They were Barbie doll cocksluts now, existing for one purpose alone - to be fucked and filled by the Ken dolls they had once lovingly collected.

And as they coupled and fucked, their minds fading into a pink-hued haze of pleasure and lust, the dolls began to move on their own. The bookshelf rattled, then tipped over, raining down a torrent of Barbie and Ken dolls onto the bed.

The dolls skittered and crawled over the writhing, fucking bodies of Yumi and Suzie, their plastic limbs twitching and jerking. The room was alive with the chittering of dolls, the wet, obscene slap of plastic on plastic.

In the center of it all, Yumi and Suzie fucked like the brainless, cock-hungry sluts they had become. The last echoes of their humanity faded away, replaced by the eternal, plastic ecstasy of being Barbie doll Ken fucktoys.

Lucille smirks wickedly, glancing up at Timmy with a lustful, almost hungry look in her eyes. "Mmm, doesn't that just make you ache to have a whole room full of Barbie doll sluts, **** to **** on your cock, little man? I know it makes me fucking CRAVE it."