Chapter 1 - Shakes, Salons, and Surgery

                After Marie had unlocked the door that morning, she found a big cardboard box sitting by the doorstep, marked with a UPS delivery invoice. It could have been some materials, but it was bigger, and that shipment wasn't supposed to come in for another week. The 'from' address was a 'fulfillment center', which didn't tell her much about who actually sent it. It wasn't all that heavy, though, so it was easy to lift up and carry into the shop to open. After cutting open the tape, on the inside she found a small letter, printed in frilly pink writing. It said, in as many words, that the dolls were being sent out to stores that sold dolls so they could add them to their stock as a free gift, and gave contact information to order more. She pulled out one of the (24, according to the letter) boxes to take a look at just what a 'Bambi Bimbo Doll' looked like. Long platinum blonde hair, printed-on makeup, lips that practically dominated her simultaneously whorish and pixieish face, and skimpy little rubber clothes stretched over a tan brown, exaggerated body--all packed up in a plastic box with a pink design on it and a big window to look at the doll through.
                Fighting off the grog of the morning, Marie opened the door to her shop with the softest jingle of its attached bell. "Oh?" she'd mused, looking over the box, thinking either someone made a mistake, or she'd gotten lucky with her supplier. Mmmh... No, it didn't seem so. Its return address was wrong... But still, it was addressed to her shop. With a shrug, she hefted the surprisingly light box into her store, the door sliding shut behind her. As she opened the box and read the letter... She was sure there was a mistake. The sexed-up plastic doll in the cardboard box was... Mostly the opposite of what she did. It looked... New... Slutty! Her own dolls... Well, sure, they were slutty on occasion... But that's their decision! Her dolls were a bit... Lewd, but again... That was their and the customers' decision. Still, she didn't make plastic dolls... Only porcelain, rag, china... No plastic. With a shrug, she opened the box to pull out the doll, searching for somewhere to call to get these sent back...
                It was odd, but the dolls didn't seem to have any manufacturing information printed on the back, or in the box, or anything. As she turned it over in her hand, she could feel how cheap and fake the doll felt, which was rather suited for the slutty Barbie knockoff that it was. "Hi, I'm Bambi, and I love to suck!" said a voice out of a tinny speaker on the back of the doll. There really wasn't anything redeeming about the doll; it was a sexed-up, impersonal hunk of plastic. And to top it off, Marie got a little static shock from the dry plastic surface of the doll. Well, she...she couldn't throw them away, could she, but she didn't have to sell them just because someone thought her shop would be the sort of store that would stock trashy dolls like this.
                "Love t' suck?" she repeated, curiously. Surely, if this was what they were marketing, they'd be better off selling another kind of doll. "Ah!" she cried, waving her hand to soothe it from the bite of the static shock. "Confounded, defective..." Marie began to mutter, before looking acusatorily at the doll. Before she had the change to vent her frustration on the inanimate object, she calmed down and rolled her eyes. Sighing, she simply tossed all the other doll boxes into the larger one before hoisting them up, dragging them to her workshop in back... And away from the public eye. She did purposefully leave one out... She did admit, it confused her exactly who they were marketing these things to. Sure, Marie did have some... Lewd business in her later hours, but her store is still largely an average, vintage toyshop.
                As business was its usual slow trickle, Marie had time to herself behind the counter to tidy up--or to go back and check on the dolls, shifting them around a bit, while the one she'd taken out of the box remained on the shelf where she'd put it, so that she could just peek into the back and make sure it was there. The dolls seemed to stick on her mind--for a simple reason, being that they were such an odd thing to suddenly receive. She tugged absently at the front of her skirt, then again, rocking her shoulders slightly to shift her long dress more comfortably against her body. The thought of going clothes shopping came to mind; it couldn't hurt to get some new things to wear, after all. Maybe after she closed up the shop. While writing up the tally for some of her expenses, she placed the pencil lightly against her lip in thought, then picked up the pencil between her lips, gently chewing on it until she noticed the woody taste in her mouth.
                As the day went by, Marie found herself biting her bottom lip a bit. The dolls... They were oversexed, she knew. But... Was that really what drew people in? For dolls... And women? Mmh, thinking about it was only distracting her, she thought. Plus, anyone that wanted one of those... Things as their woman wasn't worth it. Still... It wouldn't hurt to pick up something a bit more modern to wear around the shop. Her own frilly dress did fit the store, but its materials and frills had begun to grow uncomfortable... Maybe it was the standing, or waiting? Something new was overdue, and she could still wear her... Normal clothes around the house. As she noticed herself chewing on the pencil, Marie snapped back to attention, pilling it out of her mouth and drying it off with her handkerchief... She didn't need to eat, sure... But maybe she was craving a little meal. She broke away from the store to go upstairs and grab a small sandwich... To get her mind off of putting something in her mouth.
                She put together a quick meal, and paid a bit less attention to making something wholesome than usual. It did help to clear her mind, getting her attention on something else and focusing on that for a little while. To be honest, though, she'd kind of wanted a...well, a hot dog. It wasn't fine food, sure, but she was just...thinking about it. And all the thinking was making her hungry for it. Or maybe a milkshake. Nothing too sweet, but the idea just sounded delicious in her mind. She had to get back down to the shop before too long, though--didn't want to leave it unoccupied. She was never really the sort to watch the clock, but as it came closer to closing time, she was lounging behind the counter, looking up at the ticking clock every so often, feeling unmotivated to start anything when she'd be gone in just fifteen minutes.
                Usually, when it came time to close, her... More popular business would open up. Her violet eyes flicking around, from the windows to the clock to the door to the doll she'd been fiddling with for the past fifteen minutes, hidden under the counter, deduced that there weren't any customers tonight. All the better for her! Her appetite was sudden and... A little scary for Marie. Sure, she was... In a sense, immortal after having moved her spirit around from vessel to vessel, and didn't seem to require sustenance... But well, maybe her body just wanted her to taste something new every so often. Flipping off the lights in Days of Yore, Marie smoothed out and adjusted her dress before flipping the OPEN sign around and walking out, her inch-heeled shoes clicking on the city cement. Not far from her shop was a little diner, a favorite for her when she came to in this new era. The toymaker nestled herself in a little, fake-leather-seated booth and ordered. "Ah... Jus' a couple hotdogs, with ketchup n' mus'rd. Mmh... Th' strawberry shake does seem enticin'... Ah'll have that too, doll."
                The waitress had gotten to recognize Marie from the times that she'd visited, and the choice of food struck her as a little odd--but then she was an odd girl, so she didn't mention anything. In a minute, the waitress was back with the milkshake in a large glass, with a thick straw poked into it. Marie pulled it closer, wrapped her lip around the straw, and began to suck up the thick drink. Her mind went back to 'I'm Bambi and I like to suck', and it still seemed just as ridiculous to her now as it had when she first heard it. Her cheeks were just a little sore from drinking the thick milkshake, making her suck particularly hard to get it all up. She gently rubbed her cheekbones, thinking oddly that they seemed a bit...prominent. Then the waitress came back with the plate of two hot dogs, covered in a tidy set of ketchup and mustard squiggles.
                "I'm Bambi, and I like to suck!" echoed in her head a few times before she pushed the thought out of her head with... More thought. Deconstructing it. Why would they ever need to say such a thing? Her dolls... Sure, some did that... But they aren't made for everyone go have one that does! "Mmgh..." she groaned as a pulse of pain assailed her head... Brainfreeze. So absorbed in thinking about the... Oral-fixated dolls that she hardly noticed herself sucking so hard,her tongue coiling around the thick straw. A little, pink globule dribbled from her lip, soon wiped off with a napkin... Also with much embarrassment. Rubbing her cheeks and pressing her tongue to the top of her mouth, she looked a bit silly when the waitress brought her meal over. "A-aheheh... Th-thanks, hun." she offers. Marie opened her mouth in a loose O as she took the food in, puckering her lips ever-so-slightly. Her cheeks became convex as she bit down, soon growing concave as she drew back, loosing a pleased, almost dazed "Mmmh...~" as she ate it. The dollmaker shook herself out of the minor stupor and set the dog down, holding her head and looking at the food curiously. "I'm Bambi, and I like to suck!"
                Huh. This had been a rather weird day, all in all. It was just a consequence of that. She let herself cool down with a long drink from her milkshake, then returned to her hot dogs, stuffing one down into her mouth slowly, head rocking back and forth slightly as she managed to slip it in. Then, she took the next one--and with a smoother motion, she gulped it down, chewing only slightly and finding it went down easily. As she finished up her shake, the waitress came by, cleaning up Marie's plate and leaving the bill on the table. "You know I still don't know your name after you've come here all this time," the waitress pointed out, to make small talk. "It's Bambi," she almost said, before catching herself, pushing that thought back and answering with her real name. "Well, come back soon, okay, Marie?" she said, smiling at the girl as she took her plate and glass back into the kitchen. As Marie was getting up to leave, she caught her reflection in the glass door, and for a moment, she smiled, never having quite noticed before how cute her cheeks and her lips looked.
                Marie closed her hands in a tight fist as she caught herself wanting to say 'Bambi', her nails digging in slightly. No, she was not Bambi, and she was nothing like Bambi... She just wanted the dolls out of her store, and back to the perverted developers. With a sigh and a chuckle, she gives the proper response. "Marie Walcott, doll. Ah own th' toy shop not a moment down yondah." she said with a smile and a wave in the general direction of her store. "Ah'm sure ah'll be back. Th' meal was wondahful." With a curtsy, Marie walked out, back to her store... Back home. Her thoughts drifted to that split-second reflection of herself... She didn't pay much attention to herself, at the store... It was more for her dolls, than anything. She could afford a little pride in her looks, couldn't she? Aside from a bit of lipstick here and there, she didn't wear much makeup... Perhaps some was overdue, to bring out her lips and cheeks. They were quite cute, after all. 
                Marie slowed to a pause at the front door of her house. Really, it wouldn't hurt to...to help herself look a little better. She didn't have to do much. Hell, she had Bambi there as a perfect example of what not to do. But she could look a little cuter, a little more tasteful and attractive. It wouldn't hurt, really. Marie started to walk again, on past her shop and down toward the main street where the larger shops were. She found herself inside a department store, wandering slowly through the women's clothes section. Pants were still a little too...odd still for her to jump into, but maybe a more modern skirt and a nice blouse, or something like a sundress.
                Tilting her head as she looked through the dresses, Marie couldn't help but feel... Out of place. It was... She made all her own clothes. It was... Odd, buying them after all this time. She looked around, not wanting to seem weird or out of place to the others, simply... Subtly watching their choices, and weighing the designs in her head. Eventually, she picked out a dress; odd, angular shapes colored in a multitude of shades of yellow cutting across it. Her violet eyes also fell upon a neat, pinkish blouse and a modest skirt. As she shopped, she felt a bit more... Comfortable, doing so. New underwear naturally followed, frilly and bordering on lingerie... As her underwear had been.
                The more that she hunted around for things she felt like she could buy, the more she felt comfortable with picking out. She even walked into the makeup section, shying a bit away from the woman at the counter and just picking out a few light colors that would look good with a subtle application. It was almost like thinking about dressing up a doll and painting her face. Of course, Marie wasn't a doll, but the basic concepts of style were the same. She'd been sucking on her lips a bit as she thought, and so when she got to the cashier, they were a little bit swollen. She felt faintly embarrassed, but the young man behind the register gave her a smile. "Are you buying these for yourself?" he asked, as he picked up one of the dresses and unclipped the security tag, then scanned it. "I think they'd look really good on you," he told her.
                Dolls... She'd done plenty of work on them, with paints and styles a plenty... And sure, she'd had a few eager people ask to have similar things done to them... Some permanent, but most were temporary... She did have a little bit of experience with makeup. The toymaker blushed a little at the cashier's remark, managing a nervous chuckle before thanking him warmly. He didn't even know her, and he thought she was cute... She must be. Maybe she'll get more compliments like that if she dresses up a bit more? Yeah... She'd like that. It was time for her to have a little bit of the spotlight; a little bit of her budget going to her. Licking along her lips, she couldn't wait to try on the dress, and see how it looks... Not to mention the makeup.
                Marie hurried back home for the evening, and once she was upstairs in her room, she started shedding clothes and didn't stop until the last shred of clothing was gone. It was time to start from scratch, just to see what it was like, and--ohh, wow, were those some soft panties. Hers had always felt plenty comfortable but now they felt like sackcloth compared to these ones that she was wearing now. The next part was the bra, of course, and that was just as comfortable. She almost moaned as she pulled it on. It sat loose...just...snugly over chest like a pair of clouds wrapped around her breasts. Marie's body was cute, sure, but she'd never thought of herself as looking particularly sexy or womanly, but there seemed to be hints of that--even in the frilly lingerie-like underwear, she got a small thrill from sticking out her chest or turning around and pushing her ass toward the mirror. She looked good. It was a giddy feeling to realize it, but she loved it. The dress fit nicely, resting gently against her chest, draping down around her legs, more modern but with a cute sort of modesty.
                With a chuckle, she looked over her body, the milky flesh of her thighs and breasts seeming all that more enticing... Her whole figure looked good, and the sundress accentuated that! With a giggle, she gave a kiss to the mirror, untying her hair and letting it fall down upon her like a soft blanket... Yes, with her hair down, she did look good. Seeing as she was doing a bit of showing off anyway... She struck a few poses in the mirror, enjoying each one as the dress hugged her curves, or her tongue traced across her lips, or her frilly white panties came this close to slipping out from the skirt... It was fun for her... Again, like dressing up a doll. She was her doll tonight... A modest, more modern one... But she was still Marie. Still herself.
                Marie drifted back to her bed, enjoying the looser, more open feeling that might have disturbed her somewhat before, but which she now felt comfortable with. It wasn't too odd to not be wearing stockings, or have her hair down, really. It was getting her unmistakably excited, though. She fell back amid a puff of her hair onto her bed, tugging at the hem of her skirt, at the bottom of her clean, fresh panties. It was impromptu, out of nowhere, but now she needed it, heart pounding, cheeks flushing gently as she spread herself open. Her thoughts ran to dolls and dressing up, everyone who'd been nice to her, her pretty reflection...she was close now, biting her lip, throat dry. She could see herself, throat deep on someone's cock, eyes rolling back as they pumped her slutty mouth full of--ohhh! Tired, almost exhausted, loose and limp in the afterglow, Marie licked her lips and gulped, the thought that had struck her right before orgasm already starting to fizzle away.
                Panting, atop her lightly-ruffled covers and covered in both her fresh sundress, soiled panties, and a fine dew of sweat, the exhausted Marie found it increasingly hard to stay awake... But did, driven on by the confusion of her previous thought. "... H-how p-positively lewd..." she murmured breathily, blushing and fanning herself... She knew she needed to get up and change into her nightie... But her body was exhausted from dealing with this strange day... And the wonderful afterglow still coursing through her tired bones. Thoughts of her honey-soaked, accented cooing proceeding such a... Slutty act brought her mind to the dolls... Their plump lips wrapped around a fat cock, completely bottoming out... Ugh, the very thought was making her grow wet again... Yet, in her foggy mind... She didn't have the faintest idea why.
                Marie was sinking into sleep as she squirmed back onto the bed, drifting off with her fingers still inside of her. That was how she woke after a night of dreams that left her feeling lustful in the morning, even despite only the vaguest memories of them. Stepping into her bathroom, which had subtly been redecorated with a pink-on-white sort of style, Marie got into the shower, washing herself off from the previous night's little fun, finding that just in general, her body felt more sensitive now. It felt great, though--the pleasant feelings she could get with a few gentle rubs or a tight squeeze. Drying off with a fluffy white towel and looking at herself in the mirror, she took a close look at her face in particular--yes, some of that makeup she bought would certainly be nice. The small bag was sitting on the bathroom counter, and she slipped the ingredients out to look them over. With a skilled hand, she painted her own face in gentle hints of red and blue, raising her eyebrows a little and pouting her lips, popping them to spread the light lipstick smoothly. More sexual, maybe, she thought, but certainly more feminine--the makeup looked great on her.
                More sexual... It wasn't exactly the look she was going for, but it certainly worked. Once more, she chuckled, thinking aloud. "At least ah ain't Bambi." She dried herself off, fighting off her eraser-like nipples as they sprung to attention with the slightest touch... Not to mention her pussy. Perhaps how long she's gone without... Much masturbation, let alone actual sex was getting to her? She didn't know... But she certainly did feel good... Sexual. The toymaker grabbed her bow to tie back her hair... But set it back down, after a quick look. Her hair looked fine without it... And it didn't go well with her new dress. With a smile, the seemingly more energetic Marie walked down stairs, preparing to open the shop, but her eyes fell once more upon the slutty Bambi doll.
                She reached down and picked it up, looking it over slowly. It was fascinating in a way, how overtly sexual they had managed to make the doll. There was some crafting that had gone into this--even if it was mass-produced, and even if she didn't like it, she could admit it was...artistic in a vulgar sort of way. If nothing else, the doll's hair was certainly pretty. The platinum blonde color was only a few shades off from a whitish gray, but the way it was cut did look nice. She brought it down from where she'd put it, and set it tucked beside the cash register, out of sight, but where she could look at it to soothe her curiosity. She shifted it slightly, and seemed to hit whatever trigger made it speak. "Oh my gawd, I look so hot," the doll said, and Marie rolled her eyes lightly--then got another little jolt and stuck her finger between her lips to suck on where it stung gently. That feeling relaxed her...and she sucked gently, biting lightly on her short nail. Keeping them short made it easier to work but right now, she was...kind of...thinking about having her nails done. Cute, short, tidy, but a bit fancier than the unembellished look they had now.
                Sure, her nails were... Nice. Short, not chewed to nubs, but not gaudily long either. They were... Manageable. Looking down, seeing her body clad in the sundress gave her an idea... Perhaps she could get her nails done? Her hair was a bit... Nice and soft, but... Kinda limp, now that she thought about it. "Oh, no, no." she grunted, shaking her head. It was her look! She was fine the way she was... Wasn't she? She wasn't okay with her dress... Ugh. Rolling her eyes, she paced through her store for a bit... Perhaps a salon would have what she wanted? Mmh, sure. They'd at least be able to give her a manicure... And pedicure. Those things came together, didn't they? She needed to look good for the store, but she could still work on her old dresses and dolls... She could just treat this as dressing herself up.
                There wasn't any reason why she couldn't get herself dressed up a bit more. After all, it wasn't so important that she look the same--her dolls would look the same no matter what she looked like, so there was no reason to get worried about it. That would be...hmm, a nice thing to do over lunch, she thought. Go find a salon and...well, just see what they could do. She could get some more to eat while she was out--either at the diner or bring back some hot dogs. That'd be nice. Or a bigger bratwurst or something. O-or maybe popsicles. It was feeling a bit hot right now. She buzzed around the store, a bit more energetic than usual, but also a bit antsy, pacing and preparing for herself what she would do when she went to the salon. She wasn't sure how to pick one, so she'd just go to the one closest to her. Finally, noon rolled around, and she locked the door, put up the out for lunch sign, and headed a few blocks down to a salon, where she walked in and stared at the price board slightly, seeing trims and styling and dying and manicures and manicures and pedicures and tanning booths... "Hi, can I help you?" the raven-haired receptionist asked, and Marie almost jumped a little. "Hi, I'm--" she started to say, her voice sounding a little nasal, a little squeaky, before returning to normal. "--looking for, uh..."
                Clearing her throat, Marie spoke again. "A-ah'd... H-heh." she chuckles, not getting used to her voice. Maybe she caught something? Well, she'd have to get that checked out later. "Everythin', ah suppose." she finally answered. Looking to the pricing, she found it all quite affordable... Her services were quite expensive, but there was always a need for a soft, unaging scion of beauty, descended from her hands. Trimming, a mani-pedi, tanning, and dying... She could go all out. "Ah'm... Lookin' for a new look, ah suppose. Ah can't well stay th' same forevah."
                "Well, sure, that's just the sort of thing we love to do here," the girl said, smiling at her. "So, maybe a styling, a mani-pedi...would you want to do any dying or tanning today?" Marie's mind thought about Bambi...because really, when was the doll not sitting somewhere in her mind? But as a symbol of sexual beauty, she sort of worked. Not that Marie wanted to look like her at all but she could use that look, pick up bits and pieces of it that worked for her, make them her own. Look more beautiful, but still like herself. Her heart was beating a little faster; the idea of going through all of this was getting her excited again. That was happening more often now...not that she was particularly complaining, of course.
                Sure... Some of it worked. Some of it... The tan, the hair... Hell, even the nails. Maybe a few other things, but... Well she still looked quite trashy and oversexed... Marie, now, was simply going for 'sexed'. Not so much cute anymore, rather than... Well, beautiful. Sexy... Modern sexy, she supposed. It worked for her... In moderation, she had to remind herself. "Ah, yes, yes!" she enthusiastically responded. "All of it, if it's not too much trouble." Her... Privates, trimmed and well-kempt, were tingling at the prospect of becoming more beautiful... Perhaps she'd sell more dolls, that way, if people came in for her, too?
                Marie sat back in the salon chair, took a deep breath, and tried to keep herself calm. She described as best she could the hair style that Bambi had, and watched as her hair was given a treatment to make sure it was quite straight, then trimmed carefully, straight all around with short bangs and long locks. Then, a slightly acrid-smelling paste was worked into her hair, and while it set in, her nails were gently polished and buffed and treated with a protective gloss. Her hair was rinsed out, a lighter, brighter platinum blonde now, but not quite the apex of fakeness that Bambi was--she looked, at least, somewhat plausible with her hair, especially given how fair she was. Though that would change a bit too... The stylist explained for her how to use the tanning bed, then left the room so she could get undressed and climb in. The warm light hit her and she felt warm inside--deep inside. Her fingers brushed against her folds, finding them slightly swollen. She gasped gently, biting her lip and trying to resist...but she'd been resisting for the whole time she'd been here. She needed some private time...
                Naturally, as she climbed into the tanning bed, she was nude... No tanlines for her! She was quite fair, but a little tan wouldn't hurt... It did clash with her platinum hair, though. Her face was still quite cute, now framed by the slightly less lush and pampered platinum locks. Sure, it wasn't Bambi's, but that was good. What respectable woman wanted to look fake? She wanted to look natural herself, just... Accentuated. Her nails were painted and her hair dyed, but she was still natural, past that... And the makeup. As her manicured nails traced her pussy lips, she found herself grow worried... They were engorged and puffy... But that's not what scared her. What if someone catches her doing...? She'd just have to work quick, then... No! It was so... Wrong! Lewd... Sh-she couldn't! ... Regardless of what she could do, her nearby hand could easily begin to stroke her sensitive folds, the other gently massaging her breasts and her aching nipples... Ooh, she'd just blame the juices on her sweat... Y-yeah... 
                What if someone did find her? Then maybe she'd have to convince them not to tell anyone. Ooh, that would be hot, especially a big guy with a thick, drippy dick...ugh, why was she thinking about that sort of thing? She bit her lip, swollen slightly in the heat of the tanning bed, while rubbing herself faster, harder, trying to get this through before more strange fantasies swelled into her mind. She focused instead on the light and the feeling against her skin, a gentle sensation like a comfortable flame sweeping across her hips and along her arms. It was changing her skin, making her very self different...better. A-aah! Basking in the pleasant afterglow, she sucked each of her fingers with her soft, plump lips to clean her juices off of them. By the end of the half-hour her tan was only light, a faint dusting that made her complexion warmer and less pale, and she wanted more. She toweled off and got dressed, and on her way out, spoke to the receptionist briefly--setting up an appointment for another session in the tanning booth tomorrow. Now she needed to grab lunch, and get back home...she'd ended up spending a little more time than she'd expected, not that she was upset, seeing how people seemed to be glancing at her as she walked by.[20:18 PM]Jessie Fitzgerald connected.
                She felt self-conscious... But in a good way. She felt damn sexy, earning every glance of a passing guy or girl. Girl? Mmh... Those were likely out of jealousy... Or admiration, maybe? She didn't know. Marie was... Almost disappointed that she couldn't tan more, but it was only for the best... She didn't want to get sick or anything. The bell on the diner's door rung as she entered, waving and offering a quick "Hiya, hun!" to the waitress that had served her yesterday. "Ah... I'm downrahght famished!" she said as she sat down, the very same waitress at her side. Marie flicked through the menu, intent on getting something... New. "Ah'll have anothah shake, this one a bit biggah, if ya can?" she half-asked, the kind woman nodding. "Wondahful. How about a couple a' braughts to go with that? Three'll do... Mmh, mah tummy's been on th' fritz, lately!"
                Marie had to gulp gently to control the amount of drool in her mouth, then took a calming breath as the milkshake came, in a larger glass with some cream on top. For some reason, wrapping her lips around the straw and starting to drink it just felt good. Like a comfortable, familiar blanket or a cozy fire in the winter time. As her cheeks gently tightened, her cheekbones began to rise again; the straw seemed almost a bit smaller this time, and it took a bit more sucking to get the shake out, as there was more ice cream to milk. A bubbly "Oh my god, thanks!" slipped out of her lips when the waitress came back with the three thick mottled sausages. Marie's lips were puckering a bit just from looking at them. Her appetite had been so weird lately, it was really strange...
                With a giggle, she didn't bother questioning her stomach's choices. They were delicious, anyway! Her cheekbones were still rising by the time she impaled the sausage with a fork, not bothering to cut it, rather bringing it up to her thick lips... Her lipstick, had she not covered it in a little bit of gloss, would be smeared over the thick sausage as it entered her mouth, a throaty "Mmmhmmmm~" escaping her, causing the waitress to shoot her a confused glance. The blonde, tanned Marie shot her a thumbs up as she took a bite of it, finally chewing.... Only to repeat the process five more times. Sooner or later, her meal was concluded... Except for around a quarter of the thick, chocolate shake. She had time! She could finish.
                "Heh, I hope you're feeling all right. You just seem a little odd lately," the waitress said as she came by, then added, "Not that it's bad, I mean, your makeover is pretty cute," she told her. Marie slurped up the last of her shake in warm spirits, then strode home, ready to get back to work. During her free time, she stared into one of her mirrors, rubbing her thick lips lightly and wondering whether they were swollen or just looked that big because of the makeup. Now that she could really see herself in her new look, she had to say it was pretty nice. Though with darker skin she might need to use a bit more makeup. Over the course of the day, a second problem started to present itself: her bra was tight. Not just a bit snug, but digging into her shoulders, uncomfortable, squeezing her breasts tight. She'd need to get a bigger size sooner or later. And as the day wore on there was one other problem: she was getting a bit horny. God, Marie, what's up with your sex drive lately? She just answered her own question with a light giggle.
                Smiling wide at the compliment, Marie assured her that nothing was wrong... She was just trying to find a new look for herself. With a suggestive wink and bubbly "Ah, thanks, hun!" Marie departed once more for home. Her bra wasn't the only problem as the day went by; it was her panties as well. It all seemed to... Dig in; bite at her. She fought off the growing discomfort by taking solace in her warm arousal, becoming as much a comfortable blanket as the shake had been. Eventually, however... She just couldn't ignore it anymore. Every movement was beginning to chafe at her hips and shoulders and back... This was just a special case, so she decided she'd close up early, today. Before she left... Marie fiddled a bit more with Bambi. She... Almost studied the pumped up ditzy doll, drawing comparisons... As to find what they didn't have in common. Their figures were still quite different, and her skin was still a few shades lighter... And, of course, she was a doll... Really fake-looking, from her cheaply-made plastic skin to her straw-like hair. Marie vowed to never get that far. 
                Marie arrived at the store with one thing in mind: new underwear. Her eye was caught by some pink things, not frilly like her old underwear, but quite silky to the touch and...rather skimpy too. One of the clerks came to ask if she needed help, and once Marie admitted she needed a new bra, she unraveled some tape and tugged it around Marie's breasts, inadvertently stiffening her nipples as she measured her. "Well, it looks like you're a DD, so try out these, that should fit you," she suggested, pulling down one of the pink bras Marie had been looking at, then giving her a quick waist measurement so she could pick out good panties as well. The clerk told her that she could try them on and if they fit, she could keep wearing them--and they did, fitting perfectly around her heavy breasts and her round ass, making her feel warm and bite down on her finger, sucking gently on the tip as she looked at herself in the mirror. She got a few pairs of underwear so she'd have plenty to wear, and as she grazed by the cosmetics, the saleswoman found her--but it really wasn't that bad. She got some makeup tips, and she did her lipstick and blush for her, pink on her lips and a faint lavender on her cheeks. Her face did look nice with a bit of color... So by the time she left the store, she had three big bags in her arms, stocked with underwear, new makeup, and a couple more outfits that would be more suited for...a tastefully teasing look. 
                Marie was soon absorbed in her reflection as she passed it, walking back into the shop, on her way upstairs. She was surprised when she saw herself, her lips plumping out into an O and her eyebrows arching. She looked... Hot. It was undeniable, though odd that she was using that term. She was pretty sexy, and the outfits were meant to accentuate that... She had to show a little skin; give a little teaser to her audience. Her nigh-vapid expression faded into a more smoldering gaze, boring deep into her own eyes... Almost giving herself a little thrill. Her white teeth pushed lightly into her pink, plump lip, making her seem anxious... Then a bit more than flirty as the tip of her finger slid through the wet-looking pillows. Shaking herself out of the little trance, she giggled and moved upstairs, putting her makeup away, beginning to strip... It felt so good to try on new clothes before, so she couldn't wait to try these new ones out.
                The skirts drifted up around her knees and her tops let flashes of her belly show--they were stylish, still tasteful, but also definitely hot. She loved it. She knew in a way that she would have felt quite upset if this had happened, say, a week ago, but she couldn't think of why she'd be upset with the way she looked now. She was cute, she looked flirty and sexy--she could probably get someone asking for a doll just with the right combination of batting her eyes and winking and blushing. She had so many...tools at her disposal. And she could only get better at this. She shed off her first set of clothes, then tried pulling on one of the sets of underwear and moaning happily at the warm feeling against her breasts. One hand on her hip, she looked into the mirror at her DD-sized mounds wrapped up in a pink bra and smiled, thinking that it looked rather cute. D-did...did she want to look cute? Or did she want to look hot?
                Licking her lips, batting her eyes in the mirror, the conundrum caused her to stop for a few seconds, in thought... She was cute before. When she was in those stuffy, older dresses and frilly underwear, with her bows and all... She was cute. Why would she bother trying to do all this, spend time at the salon and shopping for new stuff is she was already cute. Now, she wanted to be hot. That's what this was trying to accomplish. So far, so good, she thought. Her hand drifted across her smooth thigh, teasingly close to her pussy... She supposed it was the term everyone used, now. Batting her eyelashes and pouting, she cutely nudges her foot into the floor. "Oh? A-a-... I'm sorry... I-I don't sell dolls like me... B-but if you're paying...~" she said; her high, nasally, less accented voice seeming... Sexier, in addition to being a bit more... Normal.
                Marie couldn't help but let out a bit of a huff as she spread her legs, using her delicately manicured fingernails to spread down the panties she was wearing, gazing at her reflection's plump pout in the mirror as she pushed her fingers into her pussy. The pleasure hit her and made her shudder. Oh god oh my ohh gaawd. As Marie squirmed around, biting back lout moans of delight, the hair was slowly falling away from between her legs. The follicles were falling out, drifting away and sealing up the pores behind them. Her palm brushed against her smoothing crotch, and she shuddered slightly, continuing until she splattered her fingers with her juices, then lifted her hand up to suck each of them off. Marie just...she liked sucking so much. It felt good. It...mmh, she was sleepy. And while she slept and while she dreamed, Bambi Bimbo was lingering in her mind.
                "U-uh... Ff-... Nough, gaaaaawd...~" she moaned, watching her tanned face grow pink with a blush. She couldn't seem to keep her lips closed, open and ecstatic, huffs of breath escaping them when moans didn't. Fuck, she looked hot... And she could only get hotter. Her legs tingled with what she thought was arousal and she bent over slightly, bucking her hips back as her glossy nails toyed at her cunt and clit. After her juices liberally covered her... Admittedly oddly smooth thighs, she let her tongue roamed curiously around her fingers, damn-near pouring herself onto the bed next to her, her body splayed out and her fingers still in her mouth, sucking like a pacifier. Mmh, Bambi... The doll only further cemented herself within her subconscious as she dreamed of it, the few phrases it'd been repeating looping in her dreams... Additionally working the airheaded tone and semi-valley girl accent into her own voice. "A-aawm... Baaambi, ehehe~" she murmured softly, through the night.
                Marie wandered downstairs a bit late that morning, with all of the finishing touches on her makeup finished and her hair taken care of and dressed in a cute light-colored outfit that let her strut around and bend over a bit. Marie wasn't feeling so good; she couldn't quite say what it was, but something had been bothering her all night long, and now she found herself staring at Bambi sitting by the cash register. She picked it up and let out a girly squeak as it gave her a little jolt. "Hi, I'm Bambi! Do you have a cock I can suck?" Marie scowled a little bit as her tongue rubbed against the back side of her 'teeth'--perfect, shining white, and unable to chew hard food. It felt a little bit like a string had been drawn, tightening up Marie's lips, but they had only pouted more, protruding a little from her face. She could remember explicitly the surgery she'd gone through to get it so that getting a blowjob felt like fucking a fleshlight with a tongue. But...she wasn't the sort of girl to do something like that, was she?
                 ... N-no, no she wasn't. She didn't think so, at least... Well, what else would she've used her mouth for, anyway? She didn't really need food or anything, so... No! It was still a weird thing to do... It was lost on her as to why it'd happened, anyway. The toymaker, looking increasingly less like one, looked down to the doll in her hands... Mmh, when she woke up, hand down her panties, she was thinking about Bambi... It was odd. Why was this doll in her head? Sure, it was a shock... But why did it stay, even this much later? She huffed, stamped her three-inch heel, and pouted even more as she tried to void her head of Bambi... But found this to be impossible. "Ugh. What in tha' hell?" she whined to no-one in particular. Still, Bambi did have an eye for certain aspects and habits Marie was picking up. Maybe it would be best to keep her around for a bit, today? Marie opened her purse, now stocked with makeup, and pulled out a small piece of paper reading "Salon today!" in flamboyant, girly handwriting... Hers. What time was it...? "Ooh, no!" Marie cried, theatrically and plumping out her lips. She had to get going!
                Marie reached the salon and touched Bambi inside her purse for a little bit of courage. She was just going in here for another session in the tanning booth anyway. And another dye job for her hair. And to get her nails redone because she could really go for pink, she thought. She talked to the receptionist, only a little hampered by her thick lips, and then was led into one of the salon chairs. She brushed her fingers against Bambi's plastic again, and she let out a sigh of relaxation. "Now honey," the stylist said as she gathered up Marie's hair, combing it out smoothly and looking down at the pouty girl. "You do know that this isn't going to look very real when it's done. Your hair is already really fair, if it gets bleached, well..."
               As she touched the cheap little plastic doll, she felt another shock... Not so much painful, more of a surge of energy. Just the thing she needed to step up. She smiled wide as the stylist ran her hands through her hair, unable to contain her excitement for the new style... This would likely be the last time she needed it dyed, after all. "Oh, don't worry about that!" she said, bubbly. "I'm sure it'll be hawt, no matter how it looks." With a wink, she relaxed, eased herself into the chair and giggled, wondering what she meant by how 'real' it'll look. It was hair, how 'fake' could it get?
                 The stylist brushed her hair out smoothly, then trimmed a bit before she began to apply some sort of thick chemical to Marie's hair, letting it sit as the sharp scent made its way up to the girl's nose. Speaking of her nose, it needed to be smaller, cuter, sexier. She could use some more work on her cheeks too, she thought to herself, as her hair was rinsed, then applied with a different chemical. This one wasn't just applied to her hair but was scrubbed into her scalp too. Then another rinsing, brushing, blow-drying...Marie was finding that she enjoyed being cared for and pampered. Finally, she got a trim to put her hair into place, straight, with bangs just above her eyelids and elsewhere down to the small of her back, in a nearly straight platinum shade with a tiny hint of blonde to it. She reached up to feel it, and it felt...made of nylon or plastic or something. It felt like some doll's hair, not like real hair.
                Doll's hair... It was fitting! She liked dollies, and it felt nice to have the same kinda hair. Her dolls don't mind, and neither does she! Even though it'd been properly cleansed and all, it still smelled a bit like chemicals, too. Marie had been extra-specific to tell them not to leave her bangs too long, so that they wouldn't hide her eyeshadow! "Wow! Like, thanks! I looks suuuper hawt." she says to the stylist, nodding and smoothing down her hair. Admittedly, these past few days... Pampering herself felt wonderful. She didn't know why she didn't do this before, in an era when she could! It felt even better having someone else do it to her... Like she was a doll, getting dressed and styled... The thought made her pussy wet and a blush spread across her face. "So, what's next?" she asks, chipper.
                Marie had gotten a bit of an extra bonus with her hair--not only did it look like a slutty doll's hairdo, but the second application had effectively stopped her hair from growing--she'd never have to go to get another haircut, unless she wanted it styled different. Next were her nails, and she was taken to a seat where she spread out her nails, and while a nail expert worked on her, she chatted with Marie about shopping and makeup. It was fun, in a way, being able to relate to modern girls more. See, it wasn't bad to be more modern. Maybe she needed to make her store a little more up to date too. When the stylist was done, Marie's nails were two inches long, neon pink, and, as she demonstrated, completely removable. Her nails were completely artificial now...hooray, no more clipping nails!
                 "Oooh...~" Marie looked at her neon pink nails, enraptured as she moved them back and forth, removing one to see how it worked. "Awesome!" she exclaimed, rising out of her seat to give the stylist a quick hug after she'd finished cleaning up. Haircuts and nail-clipping was such a bore, before. All she did was keep them in one style! What's the point if you're just gonna do that? Now, she didn't have to worry, and it felt awesome. Her store... Well, dolls and period dresses were nice, but maybe a few more modern clothes were needed? Maybe she could revamp it into a more modern design, too... Ah, she had the money to do it. Why shouldn't she? Plus, it'd make it easier to get top-line fashion thingies for herself, too!
                Hot, sexy clothes for hot, sexy girls like her--and then, why not, Bambi dolls too. After her nails were done, it was off to the tanning bed, where she laid down and let them close it around her, setting the timer for thirty minutes to give her a little bit darker skin. As the lights flicked on, she grinned a little, wiggling naked on the glass, before reaching up to turn on the little TV in the top of the tanning bed. They had a good selection of reality and fashion shows, and as she found something to watch, she gently slipped her long nails down between her legs, pressing against her pussy, as slowly the hair was falling from her skin. It was hardly even visible as it piled up around her, but she was becoming hairless except for the fake hair on her head--and she was quickly going from a warm complexion to tanned.
                Marie bit her plump lip as she began to stroke her sopping cunt, her juices almost competing with her sweat upon the glass bed. Watching the fashion show as she was doing it had begun to cement it in her head... That's what she could do in the store! She was always great at designing dresses, so why couldn't she do the same with the skimpy, sexy dresses she'd been buying lately? It was easy, and a bit cheaper without the thicker materials. To see a club full of girls sweating and strutting and grinding in her dresses... She caught a moan in her throat as her hips began to buck, her juices splashing against the tanning bed as she slumped down, a bit more relaxed, watching the show with half-lidded eyes as she reveled in her afterglow. Whatever had been effecting her severely took a toll on her skin, beginning to give it a fairly dark tan; a baked brown... Then, almost seeming to smooth her bare flesh out, giving it an appearance almost like the cheap plastic doll's 'skin'. Marie noticed this, smiling as she rubbed the sensitive skin... It felt so good to be like Bambi... She'd have to unpack all of 'em and set them up whenever she got around to actually working.
                "Oh, we're terribly sorry!" the stylist said as she opened up the tanning bed, helping to drape Marie in a robe. "The timer must have broke. You were in there for an hour, but..." she trailed off, seeing that Marie was looking at herself with a bright smile. "...uh, we hope you'll come back to see us again soon," she said, and finished with a smile. As Marie got herself dressed up again, she found that she enjoyed stroking her unrealistically smooth skin. She looked so good...but maybe she could look better? Her breasts still looked quite real, and her waist was so broad, and her plump, O-shaped lips were nowhere near pouty enough. But that wasn't the salon's fault--they'd done a fantastic job on her hair and nails and tan.
                Marie pouted momentarily, feeling her breasts and running her hands down to her waist. She smiles up to the stylist as she towels off and gets dressed again, nodding as sweat beads off her hair, unabsorbed. "It looks del-... Uh... Sexy!" she says, looking to the plastic-like texture of her skin. "But, um... I don't really know how to... Uh, like, ask about this... But where do I go t' make my titties bigger?" She tilts her head, groping her bigger, yet still perky boobs. "Like, without stuffin' or sumthin'. They just look too small..." Before her first run-in with the Bambi dolls, she'd only been a comfortable C-cup, and here she stood at DD... She fishes around in her purse for the Bambi doll, feeling the goo-filled pillows upon her chest and giggling.
                Stroking Bambi inside of her purse made her feel better, helped to relax her, eased some of the burdens of the worries that were weighing on her mind. As she had been thinking to herself about the size of her nose, it began to shrink, down to a little pixie-like look, while her bra felt a bit tight, now that she had packed on another cup size. She looked wall-eyed for a moment before being able to focus on the stylist again, feeling consciously aware of how much more her lips could be pouting. "Well..." she said, leaning in a little closer, "I'm not supposed to say this to customers, but I do a bit of under the table, y'know, plastic surgery," the young Hispanic woman told her with a small wink, then passing her a small card. "Find me there, I get off work here at five," she told Marie.
                "Oooh..." Marie cooed. She loooved secrets. Gossip, too, but they went hand-in-hand. She looked at the card pinched between her talons, squinting as she read it. She didn't need glasses for reading, anymore, but some of the words and numbers took a bit more effort to decipher. '169 Broadbridge, password is Bonita' it read. Ooh, that wasn't all that far from here! But it was still pretty early in the afternoon... She'd have to kill some time between now and then. "Oh, thank you sososo much!" she said, hugging the young woman, accidentally pressing her face into her titties, giggling as she pulls back. "See ya then!" Marie walked out of the salon chipper and anxious, but a bit hungry... Well, the diner wasn't all that far away!
                The waitress smiled politely as she walked up to the rather slutty-looking woman in an outfit that was slightly too small for her body so that she bulged out of it appealingly. "Hi there, welcome to our diner," she said, not recognizing Marie at all--but Marie found it kind of fun, getting to be treated not like her old self but like the new her. "Is there anything I can get for you?" Marie had two problems: first, the menu had small letters and it was a bit hard for her to read because she'd get distracted, and second, as she slowly remembered, she'd already had her mouth made over once to make it more sexual, so solid food was going to be out for her. Also she just wanted to, like...hug her and give her a kiss!
                Marie giggled, realizing the waitress didn't know who she was. She was such a dummy! The much sluttier Marie gave into the urges and excitement welling up within her, walking close and giving her a warm hug, pressing their tits together... Mmh, the waitress' felt so good...~ Soon, she pressed her hot pink lips to the waitress' flicking her tongue in just slightly before pulling back, chuckling at the neon smear above her previously bare lips. "Ehehe~!" she chuckled, skipping into the nearest booth and plopping down. "I'll have a strawberry shake, like usual! Make it eeextra sweet, extra thick, n' extra big! You always make th' beeest shaketh." she says, holding her hand above her mouth as she notices a lisp. Awww, it was so cute!
                The waitress squeaked in shock as she was hugged, then went silent but wide-eyed as she was kissed, her hand pushing into Marie's purse as she tried to push the girl off. Afterward, she wasn't sure if she should try to...call the police or anything. At worst she seemed like some dumb club girl who'd gotten too drunk. The waitress left to get Marie's order, then as she returned, Marie saw her hair had been tied into pigtails and the front of her uniform had the first couple of buttons unbuttoned. The waitress looked a little distracted, sighing almost in relief as she put the shake down in front of Marie, using a big beer mug-sized glass--it was thick enough to nearly be ice cream, just the way Marie liked it! No good if you couldn't suck nice and hard on it. And she thought the waitress was looking cuter too, the way she'd tug at the tip of one of her pigtails when waiting or pout a little.
                Marie cooed as she saw the waitress come back with her hair tied up, looking doe-eyed and pressing the tip of her pen to her pink lips, which now seemed a bit neater than having had them smeared with her own makeup. "Aaawww! You look tho cute!" she commends, grabbing a straw from the holder nearest the window. She plants it in the thick drink with some difficulty, taking a long suck, closing her eyes and letting her cheeks dimple in as the cream slid coldly down her throat. "Mmmh...~" she moaned as she finished it, the mug down only an inch. "Hey, wanna share this 'un?" she offers to the waitress, looking worriedly around. "Ya look thre-... Umm... Thad." She tried to work around the new impediment, but fails... Not that she found it any less cute. She plants another straw into the drink and motions to the seat opposite her, smiling wide with her O-shaped lips. "But ya gotta thuck reeeeaaal hard. That'th what I juth loooove about these!"
                "U-um...okay, sure," the waitress said, looking around to make sure no one was needing her, then sliding into the booth across from the dollish bimbo, leaning forward and curling her back a little, grasping for the straw with her lips and then taking hold of it and starting to suck on it, slowly reddening and thickening her lips. "Mmh," she moaned softly, pulling back for a moment and tidying up her hair, which now seemed to show some darker roots of hers, as if the dye was wearing off, but in fact, it was the blonde look entering the waitress's hair. With short pink nails, she held the straw steady as she leaned down to suck. Marie's pussy was practically dripping watching the waitress start checking her appearance in the reflective napkin holder and heft her breasts up a little higher.
                The increasingly aroused Marie didn't stand idly by as her friend drank, rather drinking right next to her, slowly smelling strawberry and whipped cream mix with chemical rose; perfume added to the girl. She wasn't sure what was happening to her or what was causing it, but sure found it hot. "Now you're gettin' th' hang of it!" she gushes, moving ever closer as the two of them drank. A devious idea came to her pink-fogged mind, soon pulling the straw away from her red, puffy lips and pulling the waitress closer, once more giving her a kiss, though this time utterly fucking her mouth with her tongue. Her friend replied with gusto, to Marie's surprise, tangling her tongue with hers as they kissed and sucked the lingering taste of strawberries from their mouths. "Whooooa...~" Marie moaned as she slumped back, her pussy drooling into her panties. "That'th why you're, like, my bee-eff-eff, uhm... What'th your name...?"
                The waitress was panting, surprised but pleased by the time she was done. Her hair was now a few shades lighter, her pigtails a little fluffier, and her eyes gone from green to a softer blue. She let out a sigh of relief as she loosened one of the buttons on her shirt, getting the room to breathe and to let her breasts stretch out a little more. "I'm, uh, Candace...what's your name?" she asked, not recognizing Marie still...to be fair she looked quite a bit different from when she'd last came in though. A mischievous thought crossed her mind, making her want to lie about her name. She could see that Candace was looking her up and down, as if picking her apart for ideas on how to look prettier. If people were going to start using Marie as a role model, then she really had to start looking like a role model, like Bambi! All the more reason to see the surgeon.
                Her... Name? Maybe it'd be best to lie about it... And she had the most wonderful fake one~ "I'm Bambi!" she says, giggling and giving her a peck in the cheek, her own cheekbones around as high as they can go, thanks to the still half-full shake. "Pleathed to meetcha, Candice... Uh, Candi! Oooh, that'th a looot cuter! You should toootally go by that." she gushes, wrapping her tanned hands around one of Candi's. The two of them traded a few tips on makeup and dresses, 'Bambi' stroking the doll in her purse softly as she did. Marie brought up the salon, and showed off her hair and brought up how smooth her skin was, thanks to it. "You should totally go thometime." she says, having finished off the shake. "Oh, and thankth for the shake! It was deliciouth... Ehe, and you thertainly were too~" she says, rising. It was three-thirty now... And she still had to pay. She'd only brought a little more than what she needed for the salon... Two of those bills with two zeroes wouldn't cover the shake, right? Zeroes were bad. A smirk played at her lips as she slunk into the booth, giggling as she moved low, playing at the zipper on Candi's jeans. "Ooh, I gueth I gotta pay ya now...~"
                Marie was...eh, she could just use Bambi in her brain too, cause then it'd be less confusing when she was trying to say things. So, Bambi was feeling a bit of swelling and shifting as she stroked the doll, as well as having the concerns over the surgery she was going to get melt away. She was worried that surgery was a little...you know, permanent, but if it made her hotter, then it was all better. She wanted to be like Bambi. She was such a good role model. Candace (she was sticking with that name for now) had dug in Bambi's purse a bit, helping her find the makeup that she'd put on. Candace's hair was cute and blonde now, and Bambi could tell from the way she was arching her feet that she needed to wear heels now. Good! Candace would look way better in heels. It felt like talking with Bambi had left her a little numb in the head, but as the girl slipped underneath the table, she gasped and squirmed a little--but she couldn't get away. Bambi was energetic and hungry, and her lips were well-trained on shakes. Soon Candace's eyes were rolling back in her head, growing nails gripping the table, shaved-bare pussy dripping as Bambi brought her over the edge of her orgasm.
                Her deft tongue lapped across the girl's drooling lips, not a hint of hair to be found... A proper, sexy way to do it. Ma-... Bambi lamented that she hadn't gotten any piercings yet... A tongue stud would make this so much easier! Her face was soaked and blushing ,her makeup smeared and her own pussy having made a mess of her own panties, thanks to the much more pleasurable nails she'd had buried in it as she ate Candice out like she was her last meal on Earth. The booth, not to mention the restaurant, reeked of perfume and sex by the time Candace was limp and blankly staring upward and Bambi was touching up her makeup, shooting a wink to the enraptured cook who'd seen the affair. With a giggle, she coos "I hope that covered it~" and plants a peck upon her cheek as a 'tip'.
                After finishing up with Candace, it was about time to meet up with the stylist, so she found her way to the address that she had given her, walking down a small set of stairs and knocking on a fairly nice door. The girl, now dressed in a white coat, was there to meet her, opening the door for her and smiling as she let Bambi come in and sit down in a large chair like at a dentist's office. "Now, how about you go through for me what you want to have done," she said with a smile.
                Marie looked around the fairly simply-decorated place, with implants and materials and surgical equipment handing around... Thankfully polished and washed. The cold 'operating room' did feel a bit scary, though. She took her Bambi doll out to rub and immediately felt better, barring the brief static shock she'd grown accustomed to. "Uhm..." she thrums, holding the doll forth. "I wanna look like this! The hips, the titties, and the waist... I want 'em nice n' fake, like this!" she giggles and imagines herself looking like Bambi, strutting around and slutting it up, slurping on a fat, hard c- "Oh, and whatever else you can think'll fit! You're the doctor!"
                "Hmm," Rosa said as she took the doll, turning it over and getting a good look at the doll, then setting it down on a table to the side as her short hair began to grow and slowly curl, her lips looking a little redder. "Okay, well what I'm going to do is put you under a light anesthetic, so you won't be able to feel the pain or move that much, but we'll be able to talk about what you want," she said, smiling and patting Bambi's shoulders. "Okay, so get yourself undressed," she began to say, picking up a small mask connected to a tank, then turning around to see Bambi naked. "Well, that was easy," she said with a light giggle, slipping the mask over Bambi's mouth and nose, then preparing the machinery. A pair of needles were pressed gently into her breasts, though she couldn't feel a thing but the pressure of Rosa's hands. A soft hum began as a motor started chugging, and slowly, Bambi's tits began to swell out firmer and perkier, while she went down further to set up a similar device to widen her hips and ass.
                Her lips were pressed against the mask like she'd run into it, with as large as they were. Her nose, however, fit perfectly. "Uhuhu~ Oi loike~" she manages to get out through the tube as she saw her tits begin to swell and grow. The flesh began to stretch, having grown glossy and tight if not for her matte texture, like bambi's. Whatever natural jiggle they had was rapidly disappearing, now almost like balloons on her chest. Her ass fared no better, her hips widening and ass forcing her up on the chair. "You're pruuuty, doc~"
                Rosa let out a faint bimboish giggle instead of her educated chuckle as she smiled down at Bambi, eyelashes slowly thickening, hips widening beneath her medical gown. "You are too, but you'll be even prettier when I'm done," she told her, pausing a little to readjust her scalpel to the short red nails she had. "I like the work on your mouth. I could do a bit more if you like...a little collagen, maybe make that pout a bit stiffer," she offered. Bambi couldn't feel the pain, but it did feel a little odd as Rosa carefully removed her lowest two pairs of ribs, then placed a device rather like an internal corset inside of her--making sure Bambi's waist could never get bigger than its new waspish size. Rosa stripped off her gloves after stitching Bambi back up, letting out a heavy breath and batting a curly lock of black hair from her face, then wiping off the sweat on her forehead. She unbuttoned her gown a few buttons, relieving a bit of the strange heat she was feeling.
                Bambi sat on the chair, numb and humming a song she'd heard on the radio this morning, a quick poppy tune she'd been bobbing her foot to. "You like it?" she asks, trying her best not to chuckle too much... She knew the doctor was inside of her, judging by the pressure she felt. "Candace did too~" she thrums as she thinks back to the diner, wondering if she was getting bent over the table by the cook, like he looked like he wanted to... Despite herself, she began to grow wet, though she didn't feel it. "Hm... You think you can do more to 'em? I'd looove t' thee 'em bigger n' cuter! Mmmaaaayyybe my... Um, throat too? I 'unno whatcha c'n do to it, but maybe make it... Um, better?"
                Rosa had to shift her grip on her tools again thanks to her growing nails, and getting a bit tired with her longer hair falling into her face, she tied it back, making it easier for Bambi to watch the girl growing cuter and poutier, more makeup, a bit of a darker tan. "How'd you like me to do something to your pussy too? Could make it so you wouldn't get hurt even if you were fucked hard," she said, pursing her thick lips after giving Bambi a few more breaths of the gas, then starting to work on improving the girl's mouth. "You'd still be able to feel everything, of course," she said as Bambi felt a prick on her lips, eyes lazily following the shaking of Rosa's breasts beneath her gown. When Rosa was done with her mouth, Bambi just had to feel it--the inside felt almost like silicone, and almost like it had been molded specifically for sex, like her mouth was some sort of fleshlight...and she found that her jaw was a little loose, and she could even get her fist into her mouth and back to her throat--which was just as smooth, without a hint of a gag reflex. And her lips were...thicker than her fingers...! They practically dominated her face from her pixie nose to her delicate chin.
                Bambi looked up at the doctor, silent for once as she worked on her mouth and throat, filling her throat with a ribbed tube in addition to how tight... Or loose, if the possibility presented itself, her silicone-like mouth was. Even her tongue felt soft and jiggly, with a pink stud in the center. "Aww, that'th tho nice! I bet a loooootta people'll be happy with thith!" Bambi tilted her head at Rosa's suggestion... Her pussy? Well, if it was anything like her mouth... "Yeth! Ooh, yeth! Maybe my ath, too? How fun!" It was a good thing she didn't... Well, need to eat or anythin'. Besides cock, she mentally noted. The doctor looked a bit like she'd been... Sampling her own wares, judging by the breasts pressing her lab coat outward, and the much more plump lips, painted an emerald green.
                "Okay, let me jus'...ooh, sorry, chica. Ai got a little deezy there," Rosa said, shaking her head and then smiling at Bambi, fiddling with her buttons to get them undone with her nails and letting the gown fall to the ground, wearing a short skirt and a floral blouse underneath. She arched her back, making the fabric of the blouse creak a bit before it allowed more of her brown cleavage to be seen. "Ahh, lo siento. Now, let's take a look at your poossy," she said, moving down her body and starting to prod and cur and sew until--well, she wanted to feel it but she had to roll over so that Rosa could work on her ass. But when she was done with that, she got to feel her new pussy--clearly fake to the touch, and now permanently looking puffy, but it was tight and could stretch and had little ribs in it that made her gasp when one of her nails plucked at them.
                She began to finger herself, her sensitive new cunt dribbling a small amount of femcum upon her talons. Bringing it up to her nose, it smelt... Still mostly as she'd left it, but... More chemical; fake... Like her cunt. Like most of her, now... Real, but doubtedly so. Her saliva was much the same, a little bit drooling out of the plump O of her lips, wiped off with her precum-smeared hand. "Mmmgh~ I loooove your voith. You're a thexy bitch~ Ehe... No offenth." After she feels her her deeply tanned hands leave her ass, Bambi wriggled her jiggling rump and thrust it back, chuckling. "Oh... I don't doubt your thkill... But how about a lil' tetht, thweetie?"
                "Oh, si chica," the growing Hispanic bimbo giggled, kneeling behind Bambi and pushing her swelling lips up against her fake cunt, pushing them open with her tongue while she played with her clit using her teeth--as rough as she wanted, and Bambi wouldn't be hurt a bit. That was the benefit of fucking a doll like her. Was she a doll? Bambi could feel those difficult emotions and thoughts slipping out of her head as her fake pussy flooded her with real pleasure. But Bambi was sitting right there on the table in front of her--Bambi the doll, of course. She would totally know! Bambi was already gasping and writhing as her fake-tasting cum dripped into Rosa's mouth, but if she held herself still and reached out she could juuust grab Bambi to ask her if she was enough of a doll yet.
                Bambi groaned, running her fake nails scratching through Rosa's silky, wavy black hair; narrowly missing the rose pin in her hair. "M-maaugh...~" she cooed, high-pitched and whiny. A... Doll... She saw one across from her, sitting on the table, her rubber bean filled breasts sagging to the side... And she saw one when she looked down, at and past her massive, perky, tanned tits. "B-Baaaaambi...~" she moaned, reaching forward and taking the doll in her taloned hand. She rubbed the metal speaker behind Bambi, raising her up to the spotlight and moaning out "Am I a good dolly, Bambi...~?" Being a good dolly filled her with pride... She was a good dollmaker, and a good seamstress, and Bambi showed her how to do that much much better, through practicing being a doll and a good dress... Wearer, she guessed. If she was a good dolly like Bambi, she'd be perfect... Like Bambi...~
                "Hi! My name is Bambi! I'm a good doll. I like to suck cock!" Bambi's eyes unfocused as her will withered away, the tiny shred of it that was left crushed underneath a delicate plastic foot. In perfect tone, as a perfect copy of the doll, she repeated, "Hi! My name is Bambi! I'm a good doll. I like to suck cock!" She could talk on her own, sure, but using her doll words was a lot easier. And just as she slipped into becoming a living Bambi doll, she hit her orgasm, squealing and nearly passing out. As she peeled herself off of the seat, minutes...maybe hours later, Bambi's head felt empty, just the way it was supposed to be, because everything was obvious. She was Bambi Bimbo and she made dolls. Rosi was coming along like, super good, with her big tits and brainless look and how she was practically sucking on the dildo she'd found like a lollipop. Bambi tried to think a bit, but all that came up was 'Bambi wants to play with her friends. Collect them all! (Dolls sold separately.)' Well she was making her Candi and Rosi dolls so that was a great start!