The barbie doll

[whiterabbit]

Okay, so here is my first attempt at a story. thankfully it's just a prologue, so i won't have to plunge into the deep directely.
My idea is to make this continuing story day-based, meaning, each chapter would contain one day. Each day the protagonist would change more because of the doll. Each day she would wake up different.

My personal taste is that she isn't consciencely aware of the changes, or at least, doesn't fight them or find them odd. Also it would be interesting if a sort of reality change could happen in her enviroment, though this is tricky, because whe don't want her daughter to change along with her, not yet anyway. But maby the changes could be centered around Amanda's person. So her wardrobe changes, her bedroom changes, and of course she herself changes, but the rest remains normal. Her daughter could be aware of the changes in her mother, though she might write it off to a midlife-crisis. I don't know if it will work, but if any of you have inspiration, please write and make this story really progress!

Prologue:

Blonde, a exaggerated fake figure, always happy, someone who is considered an object, who’s popularity resides purely on her looks and appearance, someone who is first and foremost interested in how she looks and has no real interesting personality beneath her looks. That was what a Barbie doll signified to Amanda, and it was everything Amanda was not. In short, she was a brunette, with a thin, average figure, who had a too stressfull life to really smile all the time. She also was a friendly, interesting person, who had valueable friends who considered her intelligent, interesting and social.


She was however also someone who wasn’t a real sexual person, hadn’t really had another man since her husband left her 10 years ago. She never really dated and didn’t consider herself to be attractive and sexual. Of course, not getting any was something she had in common with Barbie, but Amanda was convinced that, is she had the chance, Barbie would be the biggest tramp she could imagine.


So Amanda hated Barbie dolls, which made it all the more strange for her to be holding one in her hand. Still, this was the case. Amanda had recieved a package this afternoon, it came from the notary office. The package contained a Barbie doll and some paperwork. It seemed that an aunt of Amanda, Adrienne, had passed away, and that this doll was her property, property which Amanda now inherited.
Amanda thought about Adrienne. She had never really known her aunt that well. Mostly because she was considered to be a sort of black sheep of her family. Come to think of it, Adrienne would resemble the Barbie doll pretty closely. That’s why she probably owned one. Adrienne was a typical blonde, well, s.lut, for lack of a better word. The few stories Amanda knew of her aunt were that she dated different men almost daily, that she had worked at a strip-club but stopped working there when she decided to enter the adult film-industry. She had become a well known porn-star apparenty, though Amanda wouldn’t know herself. Adrienne also had a reputation for being physically fake. Amanda had once seen a photo of her aunt and couldn’t believe what she saw. Her aunt had obviously had breast-surgery, making her breasts look enourmous. She also had suspiciously large lips and an allround fake look on her face which disgusted Amanda.

She herself was a pure natural woman. She was in her late thirties and looked like it. She never wore make-up so her face had a completely natural, and admittedly a bit tired look. Her brown hair was kinda thin, as was her whole body. But Amanda never really felt bad about her looks, she knew she wasn’t ugly, just not as obviously pretty, and she liked to belief that that sort of look enhanced her chances with great guys who would find her attractive simply because she was a great woman, not just a hot babe. Therefore she never understood her aunts obsession with the whole fake look. But then again, she never really understood her aunt at all. Most of her family had simply exiled Adrienne. No one really talked with her, contacted her, or invited her on family occasions.

But now she had passed away, presumably from something to do with her extravagant lifestyle, Amanda concluded. And now she had inherited this barbie doll. Jippee... she thought sarcastically. What should she do with it? Part of her wanted to throw it away, but another part hesitated.

She looked closely at the doll and somehow it looked different than other Barbie dolls. Amanda couldn’t really put her finger on it, but the doll just looked better than normal. Her hair seemed more real, her smile had more power and her figure seemed more natural, though it hadn’t lost it’s exaggerated proportions. It might have been a collector’s item, maby that’s why Adrienne had given it to Amanda, maby simply for safe keeping.

Amanda thought about the doll and decided to keep it for a while. Maby her daughter, Daisy, would like the doll. She would ask her in the morning, since her daughter was already sound asleep now. That was one thing you could say about Daisy, she may have been a loner, a bookworm who never really went out, and she may have had her mothers drab looks, but she was obedient towards her mothers rules. If Amanda said to go to bed at 10, then Daisy would go to bed at 10, even though she was 19 years old, she still very much depended on her mother, and often acted like a girl, a smart one at that.

Amanda decided to take the doll upstairs with her, to put it in a box of junk she kept in her bedroom. But when she stoop with the doll in her hands before the box she hesitated. The doll again caught her attention and she looked at it intensely. It almost seemed to radiate a glow as she looked at it in the dim light of her bedroom. “You do look good for a doll” Amanda thought briefly, before she sarcastically added “look good for a bimbo that is....” she sighed,”Why did Adrienne give me this doll?” she thought out loud.

She began to feel as if the doll was a last sort of connection with her late aunt, who she never really had known, never had gotten the chance. She began to feel a bit of regret about it. Sure, she never approved of Adrienne’s lifestyle, never was interested in meeting up, but still, she was family, and family should be valued. Amanda’s strict morals were beginning to play up and she finally decided to not put the doll in the junkbox. She would put it on her nighttable next to her bed as a sort of tribute to her crazy, deceased aunt. “yeah, that’s a good idea” she thought.

So she got ready for bed, taking of her loose jeans and sweater, her casual outfit so to speak. She immediatly felt cold and vulnerable in just her cotton underwear so she quickly put on her long nightgown, which reached down to her feet, and got between her warm cotton sheets.

She took one final look at the doll, laying beside her, and felt content. Not because she enjoyed looking at the doll persé, but because she felt she had respected her aunt’s wishes and that she could feel good about herself again. This made her smile for the first time today, and the smile quickly turned into a satisfied deep sleep. Amanda was unaware that the moment she fell asleep the doll began to glow more brightly, bathing her sleeping body in a pale hue, making sure that from now on, she would never awake from her sleep the same...

Day 1:
...to be continued, hopefully

[whiterabbit]

Day 1

The following morning Amanda woke up with a smile on her face. She couldn’t really tell you why, but she felt happy for some reason. Sunlight had woken her up instead of her usual alarm. She liked that about the summer, that the sun got up earlier than yourself. That was part of the reason she felt happy. Another part was that her nightgown felt so soft and good on her body. She didn’t remember the silk gown feeling so good before, but then, she also didn’t remember that last night the gown had been linen, not fine silk...

Amanda trew away the the cotton sheets and put her feet on the floor. She really looked forward to work today. Amanda worked mostly as a photographer for a gardening magazine. It wasn’t the most glamourous branch of photography, Amanda mostly had to take pictures of different gardens. And yet, for all the glamour it missed, it had stress in spades. Mostly because Amanda worked under a tough boss, Steve, who was a bit chauvinistic and didn’t much care for feminist ideas and working woman. Steve always made sure Amanda left work with more things to do than when she arrived. But Amanda was a soft person, not really up to confronting her boss. And thus she always went with it, never complained, and just did what she had to do, knowing there were a lot of people worse of than herself.

Today however, the usual tiredness at the start of the day, the unwillingness to go to work again, were absent and Amanda felt as is she really wanted to do a good job today. Maby if she was a bit more friendly towards Steve, less evasive and shy, Steve would give her a break.

So it was with a hopeful smile that Amanda went to the bathroom for her morning shower. She stripped of her dark blue nightgown and proceeded to take of her cotton underwear. Even though she felt great tomorrow she still chose to not look in the mirror at her naked body. Amanda never had been confident in her looks. She knew she looked too bony, too flat and, well, unsexual. She had small b-cup breasts which already sagged a bit, even though they were so small. She also hadn’t really well formed hips, and her legs looked more childish than feminine. She always thought that her body was one of the reasons her husband had left her. But that thought didn’t cause Amanda to start thinking about enhanching her looks, it just went to show how shallow men could be.

Amanda jumed in the shower and was surprised at the feeling the warm water gave her. She felt more alive than ever tomorrow. The water caressed her skin softly and she really enjoyed the feeling. Her hand even slipped between her legs, into the bush that existed there, but quickly Amanda retreaded her hand. She wasn’t the kind of woman to pleasure herself in the shower...

After the shower she dried herself, dressed herself again in her cotton underwear and simple, modest work outfit consisting of slacks, a blouse and flat shoes. But instead of normal, Amanda decided to pop one button of her blouse, just the top one. It didn’t exactly create a cleavage, even if she had the breasts for it, but it did give her a far less formal look than she normally had. Foregoing any makeup (Amanda hadn’t own any stuff for years) she put her shoulderlength hair in a ponytail and went downstairs.

Arriving in the livingroom she found her daughter already there, busy packing. “Hi Honey, you’re up early, why are you packing?” She asked. “Mom, come on, you didn’t forget right?!” Daisy retorted. Amanda shamefully frowned, pretending to think hard. “I’m going away for a week to Grandma, remember?” Her daughter said.

D.amn, that’s right! Amanda finally remembered again. That stupid barbie doll had totally messed up her memory! She was so busy thinking about it, she completely had forgotten her daughter had vacation and was going to Amanda’s mother. “Of course! Sorry honey, still not completely awake....of course I remember!” She said apologetically. “That’s okay mom. It’s early indeed. However, I have to say you don’t look asleep. In fact, I haven’t seen you this awake in a long time! Had a good night’s sleep?” Daisy asked.
“Yeah, you could say that. Woke up feeling newborn almost.” Amanda replied, smiling. “Don’t know why, but no matter what, I’m gonna enjoy today!”,”That’s great mom. Glad to hear it. Now I won’t have to worry about you while I’m away” Daisy said with a smile on her face. “yeah, yeah, like you need to worry about Me.”,”By the way mom. Who was that coming by last evening? I heard the doorbell?”Daisy asked.”Oh, nothing, just a collector” Amanda lied. She didn’t want Daisy to know about her deceased aunt before her vacation. She knew her own parents wouldn’t talk about it, they never did, and she didn’t want Daisy to bring it up to them.
“Well, honey, enjoy your vacation, and say hello to my parents for me!” Amanda said as Daisy was getting ready to leave. “Will do mom. By the way, there’s some breakfast in the kitchen, which I made for you. Hope you enjoy it! Sort of a goodbye present!” Daisy said. “Thanks dear, you’re the best daughter I could wish for!” Amanda said mockingly, though she did mean every word. “See you next week!” And thus Daisy left.

Amanda smiled. It was nice to see her daughter doing some things alone for a change, even though it was just a visit to her grandparents. Smiling, she ate the breakfast Daisy left for her and went out the door herself to go to work.

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At work things were going great today. Amanda felt even better than this morning. She had to photgraph some ready-made gardens for her magazine. The weather was great and she enjoyed every second she had in the sun. She almost felt her face tanning by the minute. And her boss, Steve, was in a better mood than she could remember. Though he did constantly critisized her photo’s, he didn’t force her to keep making the same photographs again and again. His attitude felt more like a sort of bugging, than a real aversion to her person. One odd moment, when she was bent down to photograph a flowerbed, she even caught him glancing momentarily at her torso, maby trying to catch a glimp of whatever cleavage there was. Amanda didn’t really enjoy that, though she also, somehow, smiled about it, laughing inwardly at how superficial men always had been. They even tried to look down Her blouse, which was a far way from inviting, she joked to herself.

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When she got home she felt great. Work hadn’t worn her down nearly as much as usual and she felt recharged. So she went to the kitchen to make herself something special and healthy. Her cooking went great and after a pleasant meal, not even really missing the company of her daughter, she went upstairs. She may feel great, but she still had to get up very early tomorrow, so Amanda was wise enough not to waste her good energy immediatly.

She went to the bathroom to change out of her clothes. In the mirror she noticed that her blouse now had 3 buttons opened on top. She didn’t remember doing that, she thought. But she also wasn’t sure anymore she hadn’t done it this morning. O well, that must have been part of the reason why Steve was so nice to her, relatively speaking of course. You could almost make out a little bit of her white bra. Not that that was such a sexy sight, but it did make her look more youthful than ever.
Amanda also noticed that indeed her face had gained colour. Not a little bit, she looked as if she had spent the day on the beach. Come to think of it, not just her face, but as she took of the rest of her clothes she saw her whole body had an even tan. “How did this happen?!” Amanda thought. She hadn’t been to the beach right? Suddenly Amanda felt a sort of fog lift from her brain cause she remembered again. She went to the tanningsalon after work, to pamper herself a bit, as a sort of compensation for having to miss her daughter a whole week..right? “whatever” Amanda finally shrugged it off. She put of her dark blue nightgown again and went back to her bedroom.

It was just 10 ‘o clock, but the darkness had already set in. In the darkness she could spot the barbie doll next to her bed. It almost seemed to glow she thought. But when she put on some light, the spell was broken and the doll looked the same as yesterday. She still felt conflicted about the doll. It still was a stupid barbie-doll and she really rather wanted to throw it away. But her memory of her estranged aunt forced her to let it stay where it was.

So she once again crawled under her sheets and fell asleep in notime. Right after she was sleeping, the glow of the doll returned...

[whiterabbit]

Hmm, have some inspiration or something, so here's another part. If someone wants to take over the story, let me know. If not, I'll probably write off the transformation of Amanda, and then leave the transformation of Daisy over to whoever wants to accept the torch. ps. haven't really proofread anything, so please ignore spelling errors!

Day 2

It was Tuesday, often thought of as an infinitely better day than Monday. So when Monday had been such a great day, Amanda didn’t dare to belief that Tuesday would be even better. But from the moment she opened her eyes she felt it would turn out to be true. She felt absolutely fantastic. She let her hands slide over her body as she enjoyed the sweet sensation of the silk of her nighty caressing her body. She felt a bit aroused this moring, she decided, something she hadn’t felt in a long time. But there was work waiting for her. Her job at a fashion magazine really was great and Amanda always went to work with a lot of enthousiasm. Sure, she didn’t photograph for Elle, Cosmopolitan or some other major magazine, but she still enjoyed working for the smaller ones. Less pressure, less stress, more fun, that was her idea.

So she threw of her soft cotton sheets and put her feet in her morning slippers. The pink slippers looked nice on her and always brightened her mood. They also contrasted nicely with her standard bright blue silk nighty. As she walked towards her bathroom she felt the cool morning air blowing through her open window, against her naked legs. Her knee-length nighty didn’t protect her against that, but she didn’t mind, the feeling of wind blowing on her naked legs actually felt very nice.

In the bathroom, she took of her nighty and proceeded to strip of her black lace underwear. She breathed deep and stretched, her modest c-cups jutting out nicely. She turned towards the mirror and smiled. For a lady in her thirties, she still looked good she thought. She was a bit thin, always had been, but she did have a little bit of curves, and her breasts had always been one of her better assets. It compensated nicely for her rather bony, flat hips and legs.

As she was showering she felt the arousal returning. This time she just sorta gave herself over to the feeling and put her hands between her legs. Daisy was away, so she didn’t have to mind someone walking in on her. She began to stroke lightly, and soon found herself cumming. It felt great and Amanda exited the shower, feeling revitalized.

She dressed again in her usual outfit, a kneelength black skirt and a light blue blouse, of which she’d let the top three buttons open. It showed just a hint of her black bra, but that was okay, in her line of work they didn’t really dissapprove that sort of dress style. After dressing she began putting on some make-up, just to slightly enhance her natural look. She also put on her 2 inch heels and went downstairs, letting her hair loose as it was. Her light brown hair was lively enough to let it bounce freely.

Her breakfast was a bit different for her than yesterday. Frankly, she couldn’t bother doing so much work, so early in the morning, to make a large, healthy meal. So Amanda just made some coffee, and fried a couple of eggs, putting on some bacon for taste. “have to be careful not to put on some bacon myself” she joked, but truthfully, she would need a lot more than a few fried eggs with bacon to put anything on her thin figure.

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At work thing were going great. Amanda photographed a few couples dressing in casual and business outfits. They looked very classy and Amanda enjoyed photographing them. Her boss Steve was as nice as ever, mostly, she knew, because she was a female, who dressed nicely. He was that kind of superficial guy. Amanda knew that, but still enjoyed the attention he gave her. It was always helpful to have such a guy as a boss, she could get away with a lot more than usually would be the case. So when it was lunchbreak and Steve patted her backside softly to motion her to come have lunch, she just smiled, though inwardly she did think that Steve shouldn’t try anything more than that. Any way, her day went along so great, Amanda didn’t dare to muffle the fun with verbally attacking her collegues. She was too nice a woman for that, she thought. “yeah, I’m a nice girl” she said to herself, giggling a bit inwardly.

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Coming back home Amanda felt great as before. The day had gone by quick and she had done some good work. Especially the couple, dressed in a sort of Lagerfeld-like outfit really looked great on her photo’s, she would put one of those in her CV she reminded herself. Dinner however, was bit of a downer. Amanda tried to make a nice meal, but she just messed up, feeling clumsy in the kitchen. She ended up ordering some chinese, which tasted fantastic by the way. “Must remember to order chinese more often!” She thought. After having a drink and watching some tv, Amanda went upstairs again to go to bed.

Later, when Amanda lay in bed, she still felt no sleep coming. Instead the arousal of this morning returned. So slowly her hands began caressing her body again. She pulled up her blue nighty and let one hand slip inside her lacy panties. It felt great, but it wasn’t enough. Slowly, with her other hand, she opened the drawer next to her bed and pulled out a long dildo. “there you are, my big friend” she said. Quickly she inserted it into her girl thingy and began girating her hips. Soon she came, came hard. She felt her whole body almost going numb. That was what she had needed, she concluded. Often, when she couldn’t sleep, she would take out her dildo to pleasure herself, after that, sleep would come quickly.

And tonight was no exception. Within moments, sleep came. And once again the barbie doll began glowing again, more strongly than before, bathing Amanda in a pale blue light...

[alexey101]

Great writing whiterabbit, anctionsly waiting to see what will happened to Amanda in next days. How will her outlook and attitude changed. What will her doughter said when she is back

[alexey101]

Just had a few thoughts about future posible Amanda changes. I personaly, still don't master enough courage to start writing by miself so have to rely on others.
Well anyway here are my thoughts. As whiterabbit pointed in another post the most tricky part is to save enough connection between the original person and the new one. Otherwise we simly have two different persons and the magic of the story is greatly reduced. Thus I think one of pociable way are the changes made slowly, gradualy and in unchanged surondigs. The changed person goes on with it's life as if nothing happened adding to absurd of his changed outlook and behaivor on the background of regular life settings.
OK back to Amanda. Day 3: We left her on the night of day 2 with C -cups breasts working in fashion magazine and still mostly the mindset of 30 + mother. The last sentence was: "the doll began glowing again, more strongly than before, bathing Amanda in a pale blue light..." So we are for some more dramatic changes this time. I think this is the time for breast implants. A nicely done boob job. Not too severe, something a regular women with a little very *friendly* personness in her will consider to do. Some changes in closes and external behaivor also. I think Amanda will now have no problem with mastrubation and make up should be more heavy. She will also have her hairs dyed blonde. A nicely done blond color. Her job could be now in Cosmopolitan or Elle.
Day 4: More changes. The breast impplants are bigger and more fake looking. The behaivour starting to be less inhabited. Amanda is smoking now and talking about sex freely. The clouses are high heels, and short skirts. It is difficult to walk the whole day in 4" but women should look her best. She is flirting freely with man on her job, and ready to use her body to atchive what she wants.
Day 5: The breast are big round and obviuosly fake. The inhibitance are mostly droped. In addition Amada's hairs are dyed unnatural blonde. And she has her leeps also enlarged surgecaly. The speech patterns are changed. She working now at a strip bar.
Day 6: Total make over. Have no thoughts yet due to the lack of imagination.
Day 7 : Amandas doughter is back. Posibility for a new story.

Well, this were my visions. If anybody can add something, I think this will be great.

[patriotsrule]

My suggestion, for Day 4, would be working at PlayBoy/Hooters, photographing women. Preferably Hooters/Juggs, so that she would get used to other women with big breasts.

Day 5, could see her working at the Strip Bar

Day 6, could see her as an accomplished porn star, with tattooes, piercings, etc.

[alexey101]

Yes that can be great. My problem is with laying out details. I can imagine the central line changes, but I'm bad in providing details which are giving the life to the story. Hope that whiterabbit will continue with the story, he started, I defenitly count on it.
Anyway, I was also trying to imagine the last day. Amanda's doughter is home, and she is unchnged. What will she think ? What will Amada do ? Will her mind be restored (at least monentary) to recognize what happened ? What will Amanda do with her new mindset. Her doughter is 19. Will she want her to also become a stripper ? Maybe she can put the barbie Doll into her doughter room and lock her dougher there ? Than check the changes ? What if her doughter will manage to escape after let's say 4-5 days of sitting with the doll ? How will she look like ? What will she do ? A lot of possibilities here.
Ah, another thought. What if Amanda's doughter will smash out the doll before her own changes are comlete. Will it break the doll's greep on their mind. It could be funny to see Amanda back with the mind of conservative housewife and a plastic body going to her original work. How can she hide it ? What about smoking habbit. You can not through it out even if you suddenly distaste it. And will Amanda's doughter also pass through changes ? If so, for a 19 year old going to collage with huge fake tit's can be also dificult ?

[patriotsrule]

I think it'll be good if the doll does NOT break, I think it allows for the story to continue.
The other thing - is that if Daisy follows the same path as her mother, then the story becomes quite dull and boring. She could remain in college, with her new body. That way, she could be the most "popular and friendly" girl in the college among the boys, and then setting up for a career in her mother's footsteps later perhaps?

[alexey101]

Well it doesn't have to be broken. It can simply be thrown away and then be found by some other person.

[alexey101]

I finally mastered enough courage to try to write something of my own. This is my first real attempt to write something so please bear with my spelling mistakes and a too simple language. In addition I think we can have several parallel threads of the same story so if anybody else want to go and re-write the Amanda's transformation for this days he is well come.
So here we go.

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Day 3

It was Wensday 8 o'clock in the morning when Amanda woke up from her night sleep. As in previous morning she felt absolutely fantastic. It was as if with each passing day of this week her everyday worries were disappearing, leaving her in a permanent cheerful state. She jumped out of the bed and run to the bathroom humming some tune under her nose. There she immediately turn on the water and stepped into the shower.
- It is a good thing that I like sleeping naked - mused Amanda to herself. - It is easer this way. No need to undress when you want to take a shower.
For the bares of second she felt as if something was wrong with the idea of walking naked in the apartment. But it quickly passed. And Amanda started enthusiastically leathering her body with the soup. Almost immediately her hands were drawn between her legs and she spend another five teen minutes pleasuring her self.
- Oh my god, I love it so much, and because Daisy is not here I don't have to keep myself quite - thought Amanda after she has bring herself to the third mind blowing orgasm.
- Interesting, I don't remember enjoying masturbation so much in the past. -
She shrugged this thought off and with some disappointment finished her shower. After returning to her bedroom she took the closes she prepared for her self yesterday evening to wear for today's work, but paused before large mirror in the corner of the bedroom and survived her image.
- Not bad, at all - she mused while inspecting her body. She was always on the thin side but still has nice enough curves, and her D-breasts were fabulous.
- Yes I was right when decided to take on this offer and agreed to breast implants. The doctor was great, and they look so natural and at the same tim so big. Maybe a little bit to big for my frame, but who cares. The man loves to stare at my chest now, and I like when they are staring. They are become so agreeable to do all my little requests then.
She ruffle her hairs dyed honey blond ( Changing her hair color from natural brown to some shadow of blond looked at the beginning a little bit too advantage but after she decided on breast argumentation operation she just went with the flow and actually didn't regret her decision. She new that she look good.) with one hand and took one of her breast into another. The image presented in the mirror was rather erotic. She started slowly massaging her breasts which quickly aroused her again.
- What's the meter with me this days. I can't keep my hands from my body. But it feels so good.
Regatfully looking at the watch on the wall Amanda saw that she was starting to become late for her job. Working as a photographer in the Cosmopolitan magazine put some obligations onto her. She quickly dresses in a nice smart skirt, ending 3" above her knees, and a white blouse which shows nicely her enchanted breasts and a girlishly small waist As the last thought she changed her mind and put on the 2.5" sandals. She new that it will be difficult to work in high heels but she felt so naughty today. A quick session at the makeup table and she hap illy bounced down the stairs to the kitchen. Her smiling lips covered by a nice coat of red lipstick, green eyes highlighted by some shadows and mascara. She do loves to have her way with makeup.
Without bothering too much with the breakfast she grabbed a sendvich from the freezer and went off for a job.
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Her work day progressed beautifully. She made several successful shots during the morning and than one of the guys invited her to the launch. She ate her launch while the guy bubble stupidly about all kinds of things. She didn't listen too carefully, but he was paying for the food so Amanda showed at least partial interest in the conversation. Then she was back to her work again, feeling even more energetic and satisfied as if the act of using this guys mone charged her the additional energy.

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She spend the evening flirting with some other guy she met after her work when she went to the spa, and returned home rather late. She declined his suggestion to spend a night with him. Even though she liked when man looked at her body she had a high standards and wasn't ready to jump to the bad with total stranger. After coming home she turned on TV and started watching the news, but quickly has got bored with them (strange she never was bored with news before) She started passing through the channels at random until she suddenly came to erotic channel. Funny how did it get here. She didn't remember ordering one and Dayse... This is not good to have such channel at home when you have a teenager daughter. Well maybe this was mistake in channel configuration. Amanda almost reached out to the phone to call the cable company to fix the mistake, but suddenly becomes curious. She never watched such channels in the past and one time doesn't mater. Daisy is not here anyway. So instead of picking the phone she snuggle back onto sofa and start watching. Quickly she became very aroused. Her hands are started roaming over her body slowly at the beginning than more and more openly and furiously. She started to moan softly but than stopped and fighting the arosal run quickly upstairs to her bedroom where she kept her best friend - a big black didlo. Before turning on the lights she paused. Does it looked like the Barbie doll sitting near her bed was emmiting some kind of light ? Amanda shook her head to clear her vision but then another wave of arousal hit her. Quickly forgetting about what she saw Amanda discard her clauses took out didlo and run naked back to the TV. She felt so naughty sitting there at the sofa totally naked watching the move and pleasing herself.
Some hours later and after several orgasms she finally went to bed. With the Barbie doll patiently sitting near her bed and bathing her in the pale blue light

[patriotsrule]

Alright, here I attempt to continue this very interesting story, let's see how it is received.

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Day 4:

Waking up the next morning, she got up from the bed and went straight to the bathroom, walking gracefully in her 5 inch heels. She watched with amazement how she had kept her figure after all these years, inspite of having a teenage daughter how she still looked like a 25-year old. Her big breasts, thanks to a series of implants, sitting proudly at 36EE, looking very fake were a thing of beauty. She was so glad she had gotten them, and the best part was they were oh so sensitive, as she brushed her finger along her nipples, feeling her nether regions moisten instantly, starting their familiar response. She knew, if she kept up, she'd soon be dripping like a leaky faucet.

With a great deal of willpower, she looked at her pierced navel, where a big diamond stud was pierced. She thought back with fond memories, at how she had pierced her navel with her engagement ring, an act which drove her husband wild with rage, and had led to her divorce so many years ago. That stud brought great attention towards her, as she rarely went without a tank top or a tube top, and always displayed her navel proudly.

Her hips were wide, and they completed her hourglass figure. She was especially proud of her butt. Her figure hugging skirts, the ones that came to her mid-thigh always accentuated them and always caused her to be greeted with whistles and cat-calls wherever she went.

Thinking back on just last night, she relived that event in her mind, as she was coming back from work, and those two cute guys at work - Luis and Juan - were making comments out her butt. She continued to brush her nipples, while one hand reached below and found a very very moist destination. She just stood there, moaned as she approached yet another orgasm, and as always she screamed in ecstasy as she fell to the ground exhausted, covered in sweat, basking in the aftermath of it.

In the bath, she brought herself to another 4 orgasms, and finally got out and started getting ready. Putting on her usual shocking pink lipstick and her heavy makeup, she teased her platinum blond hair into a big hairdo. She then walked back to her bedroom, where Luis and Juan were still sleeping from last night. Looking at their generous members, she licked her lips, and one by one, proceeded to give each of them a good licking, and helping herself to a mouthful of protein shakes. She then told them to take their time, and left for work.

At work, things were great, she loved her job at Juggs, the premier big boob magazine in the world. Not only was her boss Steve just a putty in her hands, but she also got to photograph other sexy women with big gigantic boobs. Lisa Lipps and Wendy Whoppers were among her friends, and she had photographed them often. As usual, everyone at work flirted with her, and she shamelessly flirted back with them. She began her day however, by bringing coffee to Steve, and then disappearing under his desk for 10 minutes. The "milkshake" today was not in her mouth, but on her boobs, as she covered her boobs with the pink tank top that she was wearing today. As was her norm, she disappeared into the ladies' room very often, and brought herself to several orgasms thanks to her favorite big black dildo, which she never travelled anywhere without.

In the evening, she came back alone back to her apartment. She looked at the walls, decorated with pictures of women like Lisa Lipps, Wendy Whoppers, Mandy MountJoy, Pandora Peaks and Donita Dunes. Just looking at those pictures got her juices flowing again, as she sat down on the couch, and switched on the TV and popped in her favorite DVD - the Big Boob Cruise III.

Finally after bringing herself to countless orgasms, she went back to her room and slept off. Soon, the barbie doll, so patiently waiting for her, bathed her in a pale blue light...........

[danavery *friendly* person]

This story it progressing extreamly well. You have captured the spirit of the story sugestion extreamly well. I am hoping you have a great finish for it when the time comes. I am sure you will. Keep up the good work.

[whiterabbit]

Well, away for only a week and already people are catching on to this story. Cool! I really enjoyed seeing how other people think about the story progression. And really enjoyed the new chapters! But, stubborn as I am, I still would like to post my own day's, as I had already written parts of day 3 and 4. That's no disrespect to the others of course! The idea of parrallel storylines sounds really cool to me. So let's just see where everyone is going with this piece.

For now, here's my Day 3.

Day 3

When Amanda opened her eyes, the first thing she saw were the blue eyes of the barbie doll. It somehow had fallen on her side during the night and now looked at her. Amanda smiled. She decided she liked the doll. It didn’t look that bad. Vaguely she remembered hating the doll for what they represented; objectification of woman, valueing appearances over intellect etc. But now she really couldn’t identify herself with those thoughts. If she had, she couldn’t explain her lifelong loveaffair with Barbie in the firstplace. She had owned those dolls since she was a little girl...right?
Amanda distracted herself by touching her breasts through her pink, laced up, nighty. Her hand had sparked a wave of arousal, as usual, and Amanda started with her morning ritual; masturbation, the perfect start to every day. It felt great als usual, though Amanda concluded she really would enjoy a real man tonight, masturbation wasn’t perfect. And truth be told, it was far too long ago since her last night of decent love-making. How long had it been? A year? Six Months? Only a month? Or maby just a week? All of it sounded too long ago in her head, it all boiled down to the same conclusion, she needed to get laid!

But work came first today. As a swimsuit model, Amanda had a pretty busy schedule, often hopping from assigment to assignment. She did restrict her assignments to places around her house, so she could be home every night. She wanted that, because of her daughter. Daisy was one of the few things to keep Amanda away from a completely dislodged lifestyle.

As Amanda walked to the bathroom in her heeled pink slippers, she felt the gentle sway of her large natural breasts. D-cups, she was glad she had them. They were the main reason why Amanda could still work as a model even though she was in her thirties. They still didn’t sag, and still looked great on her slim, though well formed figure. A long look in her bathroom mirror acknowledged that she indeed still had a great body. Her long, silk-like, brown hair, highlighted with blonde streaks framed her pretty face. Well, pretty except for her nose, Amanda corrected herself. Her nose was too big in her mind, if she had a smaller nose, she would look perfect, she thought. Maby some day she would succumb to the desire for plastic surgery, but she still didn’t like the idea of tinkering with her body, making it more fake.

Truth be told, there wasn’t really anything wrong with her nose, but Amanda had developed, over the years, a pretty high standard of beauty, probably from her work-enviroment, where looks were all that counted. She could judge people on their looks pretty harshly, even herself. Her daughter had argued with her about this habit, but Amanda didn’t want to discuss it. She reasoned that Daisy discussed it mostly because she herself was quite drab-looking. As Amanda thought about her daughter, she began thinking about how she looked and decided that, if she was a true daughter of her, Daisy should work more on her appearance. Appearances mattered a lot in this world, especially with girls, and Daisy had been far to ignorant of this reality. When she would get back from her vacation, Amanda would have a talk with her, try to push her into working more on her looks. Maby Daisy could score a nice looking boy, who had a single dad who’s company Amanda could enjoy....

These thoughts dissapeared when she stood under the shower and pleasured herself with her large vibrator, a standard item in her bathroom. Her head felt fuzzy when she came and she slowly sank to the floor, panting as the multiple orgasms washed over her. She always did enjoy these morning-masturbation-sessions.

Still dizzy with pleasure she exited the shower and continued dressing. A nice, lacy red thong went on first, covering her neatly trimmed bush (she liked to keep it smooth down there, she only left a bit of hair above her girl thingy to keep the look natural). After that she put on low-rider jeans, which almost covered the top of her thong. Next she put on a halter top, encasing her large breasts tightly. No bra, it would only show through the top, she would need to change into swimsuits all day anyway, she didn’t need a bra, especially with her firm boob—err breasts, she corrected herself. Boobs made them sound so cheap and artificial Amanda thought.

After putting on a decent amount of make-up, including pink lipgloss, she went downstairs. To say she would eat some breakfast would be a bit of an overstatement, because Amanda didn’t really have the time to bother. She just drank a bit of martini, left over from yesterday, and ate a few pieces of cheese. “I’ll get some burgers on the way to work” she decided. The martini made her feel light-headed, which was the way she liked it. Going through life light-headed had a sort of nice feeling about it, she concluded....

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Work was great. Everybody was nice to her as usual, especially the males. Since she was a bit older than the other models running around, she had a sort of motherly status. Which, by the way, did’t prevent her from flirting around. She felt awfully frisky this day, more than she could remember. So she enjoyed all the male attention even more than usual when she posed in a tiny pink bikini for a sort-of-sleazy swimsuit magazine. She didn’t mind it was sleazy, it was work, it paid the bills, end of story. If some lonely guy could enjoy drooling over her body, she had no problems with it.

As she posed, she momentarily thought about the photographer shooting her. The woman seemed to know exactly how to photograph Amanda. She thought the woman really must be very smart to know her stuff so well, all those technical stuff. It wasn’t Amanda’s thing, maby because she wasn’t the brightest girl on the block, never had been, she concluded. And to be honest, what’s the fun in standing behind a camera when you can pose in front of it. It certainly gave Amanda more attention, which she liked immensely.

After the shoot, her agent, Steve, approached her. He was a typical sleaze-bag, mostly in the business to ogle pretty woman. Still, Amanda didn’t hate the guy. He was always very nice to her, always helpful (he often took the trouble of adjusting her bikini’s lastminute, just to make the shoot better) and never angry at her. And Amanda felt a sort of pride in the fact that Steve gave her so much attention, ignoring the young girls around them. It made her feel more desirable.

“Hey Honey. How’s it going. You looked fantastic in that shoot!” He said,”Thanks Steve, yeah I really thought it went well, I was really into it this time!” She said enthousiastically. “I could see it from back there! Man, that rack of yours is magical!” He said, not so subtle. “Steve, give me a break. They are called Breasts, not a *rack*. I’m not some kind of stupid sleeper who sells her body you know!” She said a bit irritated. “Oh no! I didn’t mean it like that Honey. It’s just, you looked so good today. I’m just at lost for words sometimes...” He said, trying to make it up. It worked, Amanda melted at the kind words,”Aww, that’s soo sweet Steve! Say, why don’t we have dinner tonight, I could use some company” She said invitingly, already forgetting the insult she received earlier. “Sure thing Babe, let’s go to that sushi-place after you’re done!”,”Great Idea Steve!” She said, already feeling a bit aroused at the idea of eating sushi with Steve. She sometimes was sooo easily convinced to go on dates. But hey, Amanda wanted it as much as the guy in question, so what did she had to lose?

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The dinner had been great, especially the 2 bottles of white wine tasted great. Amanda entered her house, a little bit drunk. And Steve entered after her. She didn’t really planned on him going home with her, but he had been so nice, paying for dinner and all, that she simply had to show her appreciation. And to be honest, she knew she needed to do these sort of things if she wanted to keep her job as a prominent swimsuit model at her age.

That expression of appreciation came down to, well, going down, on him that is. Amanda enjoyed every minute of the sex she had. She sometimes wondered how it would be to really make love to someone. She hadn’t ever really done that, even with her husband it was often more a marital task than real lovemaking. But really, her one-night stands were often enough to satisfy her cravings.

Amanda did manage to send Steve away before she went to bed. It would have given a weird impression of her to neighbors if they would spot Steve leaving ‘manda’s house the next morning. After the sex she went straight to her bedroom. After taking off al her make-up and the few pieces of clothing still hanging on her she duck nude between the sheets and tried to sleep. But she felt empty, restless, not ready to go to sleep. Then she remembered, after a good night of sex, she needed a smoke! So Amanda got up again, opened her window and lit up a cigarette she got from the package that now lay next to her bedroom window. She smoked it with intense pleasure, as she felt the cool night air caress her naked body. After her smoke she felt completely relaxed and went back to bed. This time sleep came quickly and within no-time she was away, laying naked in front of the eyes of the glowing doll.

[whiterabbit]

of course, all good things come in two...so here's day 4 too!

Day 4

Soft, soft, smooth, soft and smooth, that were the only thoughts in Mandy’s head as she woke up. Her nude body moved back and forth, up and down, caressing the pink silk of her luxurious sheets. She felt so sexy and hot this morning, she immediatly had to put a dildo in her girl thingy. Her shaven girl thingy felt incredible sleek and wet and it didn’t take Mandy a long time to get off. She cried out when she orgasmed. “Thank god that prude daughter of mine is gone!” she said out loud. “Now I don’t have to worry about her complaining about my behaviour”. Amanda loved her daughter with all her heart, but she sometimes couldn’t stand how straight and prude her daughter behaved, always busy working, studying, no time for any fun. Mandy blamed her ex-husband for that attitude, he also always was such a prude. He even complained when he caught Mandy lying in bed with another girl. “Most men would dream about it, but noooo, my lame husband had to freak out over it.” She thought back, it turned out to be the main reason for the quick divorce. She never regretted that decision to divorce. Her single life was so free and full of fun. She could have any man she wanted, no obligations. “If only daisy could understand me...”<br>
But Daisy would never understand her mother. She had never approved of her mothers life-style, especially not her later carreer choices. Being a swimsuit model had been bearable, but now that Mandy worked as a centrefold model Daisy often felt embarassed of her mother. As Mandy looked at her favorite Barbie-doll sitting next to her on the nightstand, she thought there was one thing Daisy did have in common with her mother, she had owned a couple of Barbie dolls. Daisy did seem to like the dolls, even though she sometimes yapped on about how they represented “objectification of woman” (as if that was such a bad thing, Mandy added in her thoughts), she had owned a couple in her childhood. Maby Mandy could give Daisy the Barbie-doll as a gift, in the hope that it would sort of bridge the gap between them, maby make Daisy see that pretty made-up woman could be nice to look at, and not just “objects of lust to be abused by men” as Daisy sometimes said.

As Mandy got up she streched out, feeling her long dyed-blonde hair fall way past her shoulders. It felt almost as smooth as the silk of her sheets, thanks to the special, expensive, hair-treatments she got herself monthly. Her boobs jutted out in front of her. They felt great, fake maby, but great. Mandy didn’t really have good looking breasts naturally, but two surgeries had provided her with a spectacularly round pair of DD-boobs. Sure, they looked anything but natural, but in Mandy’s mind, it was better than natural. She liked that pumped up round look, it made her feel like a piece of sculptured art and she was a sucker for anything that made her feel like expensive art. Expensive, she really liked that word. It made her wet just speaking the word. Mandy liked expensive, liked to be treated expensively. That was one of the main reasons she worked as a centrefold model (they other one being the thought that a lot of guys would masturbate over her photo’s, that made her feel good too), the money was great.

Mandy let her feet slide in her pink, ruffled, high-heeled bedroom slippers. She swayed (walking wasn’t good enough a word to capture the way she moved herself around) her naked body over to the bathroom. Before her morning-shower she examined herself in the mirror. God, she looked hot...foxy. Her face looked so perfect now that she had done her nose. Everything was so smooth, and beautiful. Her puffy colageen lips, her small thin brows, bright blue eyes and smooth, upturned nose, everything looked perfect. As did the rest of her figure. Sure, she wasn’t a thin-fashion model, but her full, voluptuous figure had a quality of it’s own. That perfect pair of boobs, the small waist and full hips, spectacular, she decided.

After her hour-long masturbation session she dried herself and began dressing. She noticed her miniskirt had a bit of trouble closing over her belly. She had a small handle of fat on her that stuck out just over the skirt. Some time ago, she would have worried about it, but Mandy now knew she was too lazy to do anything about it. She didn’t mind it herself, and it did give her lovers something to hold on too. By the way, she was a voluptuous model, always had been, so work shouldn’t be a problem!

When she came downstairs, fully dressed up, she just sipped some wodka from a bottle, left over from her f.ucking session with her boss. She then smoked a couple of cigarettes, adjusted her lycra top over her big boobs and pulled up her pink thong so that the bands were visible above her short skirt. She loved the look of it, sooo sexy. She clipped on some nice big hoop earrings and put up her hair in a loose, wild pony. She then put on her thigh-high leather boots with 5” heels and left her house, with a cigarette dangling between her big pink lips.

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Work was great as usual for Mandy. The enjoyment she got from posing in nothing but her underwear was amazing, the enjoyment she got from posing in the nude was even better. Today her photographer seemed a bit more naughty than usual she thought. She had to do several shots in which she thought they could clearly see her girl thingylips. She didn’t mind posing like that, but thought the magazine was soft-core and not interested in explicit pictures. She also was a bit bothered because the shoot really aroused her, and she felt herself getting wet just from posing. She had to do something about that itching she decided. So during lunchbreak she approached that sleazybag Steve, her supervisor. He really was a jerk but Mandy didn’t care, he f.ucked her every time she wanted to and made sure she still got to do the important shoots. So during lunch, moaning and screaming emitted from the ladiesroom as Mandy was getting it on. Not much fuss was made about it, because everyone knew that Mandy was always busy hitting on her male, or sometimes female, collegues. There were very few people who worked with Mandy and hadn’t done her yet.

So mandy left the shoot feeling great. She had gotton some cash from Mike, the guy that walked in on Steve and her and wanted to use her next. He had paid her for f.ucking him, which didn’t really bother Mandy. She now had a couple of hundred dollars to spend on something she liked. She ended up buying a golden chain she could put around her waist, through her shiny belly-piercing.
It was very expensive which made it so appealing for Mandy, especially since she knew she had gotten the money by f.ucking her collegues. It gave her such power, just to know what she could do with her looks. Some people had brains to bring in the cash, others had a body, or had made a body like Mandy, and used it to bring in cash.

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That night she felt tired. She had enjoyed her tanningbed, that now stood in her bathroom, giving herself a healthy beach-coloured brown skin. Afterwards she had enjoyed drinking a whole bottle of tequila and smoking half a pack of cigarettes, all the while enjoying the sex she saw on her pay-tv-channel. She had done enough guys for one day, tonight was just for herself.

It did wore her out and pretty soon she went to bed. She thought for a moment about lying in her jacuzzi for a while, just to cool down, but she was lazy and just wanted to sleep in her big-round bed. As she fell down on her bed, completely nude, she sighed and relaxed. She stared up into the mirrored ceiling and enjoyed the view of herself lying there, her hair spread out around her as a sort of golden blonde aura. As she looked at herself she suddenly giggled out loud. It wasn’t something she often did, so she was surprised of the outburst, but something just made her giggle, not a real innocent giggle, just a sort of happiness over the fact she was so well of, had such a fabulous life. She couldn’t care less about morals or the thought that others were worse off, she always thought about herself first. And as she lay there she felt content about herself, and so began to giggle out of happiness. She turned over to the Barbie doll next to her and smiled at it. “You’re soo lucky to be here, right next to me!” She said to the doll. “Too bad Adrienne is dead now, I really wished I could have gotten to know her better. Thinking back, I really think she was sort of my type” she thought. But she didn’t want to end the night on a sad note and so quickly dismissed the toughts and turned around to crawl between her silken covers, one hand burying itself in her girl thingy.
The minute she fell asleep the doll began to blow brightly, more than ever before. It almost seemed to tremble, as if it blasted out a final wave of energy at Mandy, almost completing it’s tasks for now...

[alexey101]

Great chapters whiterabbit. I really glad that you desided to continue with your thread of the story. I tried to do my best but the main problems are to develop the story slow enough for people to have time to engoy it and to provide enough background details to make the stetting lifeable. I'm still strugguling with this problem, but you did it beatefully.
Anctionsly waiting for the sequal. Will also try to continue with my thread, but it will take some time.