Barbie Doll 2

[whiterabbit]

Hi everyone.

Ok, maby my ego's too big, but I really wanted to write out some ideas for the continuation of the Barbie-doll story. In this version I'm altering and speeding up the process of change a bit just to keep it interesting. I haven't yet arrived at the gothic-transformation in this part, but everyone can see the opening I have created for such a change.

Don't know if I will write the rest, or wait for others to finish, but it would be pretty cool to see someone else picking this story up!!

White Rabbit.

BARBIE DOLL 2:

Saturday
Daisy awoke the next morning feeling good, better than she thought. She streched out under her sheets and enjoyed the feeling of waking up with enough energy to walk a marathon. Sunlight shone through her window, which was half-covered with beige curtains. The sunlight lit the collection of cute brown teddybears sitting on a closet, most of those she had gotten from her grandparents during her youth, just looking at them gave her a warm feeling. The light also touched the barbie-doll sitting next to her on the nightstand. Looking at the doll she immediately thought of her mom. The horrors of yesterday were still fresh in her mind. She didn’t feel the immense deception and defeat she had felt yesterday, but she reasoned those feelings always pass after a while.

Still, tears welled up just thinking about her mom. Why had she done this? Why had she turned into some sort of sick-caricature of a woman? Becoming everything Daisy, and her mom, had hated to be. Arrogant, sex-starved, s.lutty, fake-looking, no self-respect whatsoever. And HOW?! How had she altered her looks, and her house so much in just 5 days?! She couldn’t grasp it, but in the end Daisy simply thought her mom had to be having one of those midlife crisises and maby was influenced by some evil people into doing the things she had done. Her grandparents would talk to her mom and maby settle this whole affair. This could only be a phase, she decided, her mom would come to senses sooner or later…

When Daisy arrived downstairs, dressed and refreshed, she saw her grandparents sitting in the livingroom. Classical music created a nice ambience in the room, as her grandma sipped from her coffee. Her grandpa was on the phone. In the morning light she noticed that both her grandparents really looked their age, they never really bothered to cover it up, seemingly enjoying their natural aging process.

“Look Amanda, your daughter came over yesterday in tears, That’s why I’m calling! ……. Don’t use that language with me child!...YES! Yes you’re still my daughter and I do not accept you behaving like this….what?! …Quiet!! I don’t want to hear this….listen…why are you acting like this…..like this? This sudden change of attitude…..what do you mean you’ve always been like this?!....Look, just…just, just use your head. What do you think about your own daughter being here, in tears?! ….You don’t care?! Amanda!......” then he hung up.

“She hung up…” George, her grandpa, told her, looking stunned. “I don’t know what came over her…she’s completely changed….maby she’s having one of those midlife crisis things…you know…where they want to do everything different.”

“You sure about that George?” her grandma, Marion, asked. “Yeah, well, remember Marion, Amanda never really went through puberty like a normal girl. She never rebeled against us. Maby she is in a phase of wanting to let of some steam…”

Daisy just listened along the story, not believing what had happened. Her grandparents comforted her afterwards and together they ate their breakfast, full of healthy fresh fruit and vegetables, Daisy really loved those healthy breakfasts. Afterwards Daisy decided to call Robbie, a good friend of hers, who lived around here. They had been friends since kindergarden and really had a good relationship, nothing sexual, just good friends.

“Hi Robbie, it’s Daisy. Listen, could you come over to my grandparents house this evening, maby hang around? Yeah, I don’t feel that great, something about my mom….yeah, I’ll tell you when you get here. Maby you could sleep over? Yeah as usual…cool, great. Yeah we’ll just have a great weekend! Ok, great…thanx…see you tonight!”.
Daisy really cared for Robbie. He was a quiet, shy but very intelligent guy whom she could talk with about everything. She never really had female best-friends, so Robbie was her only real close social connection, and she was pretty sure his situation was similar. Maby because they often felt more like brother and sister, their relationship could last so long without trouble. Anyway, she could really use his company now. Maby with him around for the weekend she could get her mind of her weird mother.

When Robbie arrived later that day he was greeted warmly by Daisy’s grandparents. Because of his intelligent and sincere character they had taken a liking to him pretty quick. Robbie often came over when Daisy was with her grandparents, sometimes for a day, sometimes he would spend the night there, it was all very casual.

After sitting with her grandparents for a while, where she informed Robbie of the sudden change in attitude and appearance of her mother, they decided to retreat to Daisy’s bedroom in preparation for the night. Daisy had arranged for a matras Robbie could sleep on, next to her own bed (though her bed was big enough for two persons she didn’t feel comfortable sleeping in the same bed as Robbie. It made her feel awkward and unconfortable to be too close to boys). As Robbie unpacked some things they started to chat.

“I just can’t believe it Daisy, about your mom. You say she’s changed into a completely different person in just five days?!” Robbie asked.

“Yeah I know, I don’t believe it either. But I know what I’ve seen yesterday. She looked completely different. As if she was a plastic caricature of herself. She had done plastic surgery on her breasts, her hair was now white-blonde and her lips looked só thick, as if a bee stung her.” She replied.

“But Daisy, you can’t get plastic surgery in just 5 days! That’s impossible”

“I know, I know, look I know it sounds impossible but the fact remains that she is completely changed. And it’s not just me who’s noticed it. My granddad called her and could hear my mothers changes. She seems to act like some kind of arrogant, s.lutty woman who only thinks about sex and herself....she (sob) she just laughed in my face when I ran away, crying” Daisy said, as she began to cry.

Robbie hugged and comforted her. “sssh, it’s okay Daisy. Look, whatever your mom is doing, or going through, I’m sure there’s an explanation for it. And I do not believe she is such a radical different person. Maby she acts like one now, but I believe your mom will come to her senses sooner or later and drop the whole charade. Maby she’s just angry at something and needs to vent it...”

After their talk Daisy felt a bit of relief and felt ready to try and get some sleep. Next day she would enjoy life and try not to worry about her mom. So she went to the bathroom to change into her white nighty, not wanting to change in front of Robbie. When she returned to her room, untying her long brown ponytail, Robbie had also changed into his pyama’s and was already lying under his sheets. Even though they had slept in the same room many times, they always made sure they weren’t undressed in each others company, that was just the way of their relationship.

[whiterabbit]

Daisy crawled under her own sheets and wished Robbie good night. He was already sound asleep, so Daisy turned out the light and fel asleep herself. Neighter of them noticed the barbie doll in between the two, which began to glow the moment they had fallen asleep.


Sunday
Daisy opened her eyes as the first rays of sunlight entered her room. She smiled, she felt great. Her dirty blonde hair was spread out over her pillow, giving her the appearance of glamourous model. She streched out beneath her soft blue sheets, feeling the silk of her nighty crawling up her thighs. She felt luxurious. She rolled over and looked around. Her collection of pink teddy bears looked cute as ever. She then looked down on where Robbie was sleeping. He was still asleep and he looked so cute Daisy thought. His chest was exposed and Daisy could she he had a pretty toned body. Wasn’t Robbie always thin & muscle-less? Daisy thought. Maby he just had been working out, she thought.

As Daisy looked at Robbie she felt a bit of arousal creeping up but decided to ignore it. First things first, today would be a good day she decided. So she jumped out of bed, slipped into her slippers and went to the bathroom to take a shower and freshen up.

An hour later both Daisy and Robbie were having breakfast together with Daisy’s grandparents. Marion looked a bit different than yesterday Daisy thought. “Maby she had tried a new kind of make-up. Grandma always liked make-up...”. She also noticed grandpa had a big golden watch on his wrist. “Hey grandpa, is that a new watch?” She asked. George looked up from his breakfast with a puzzled look. “Daisy, I’ve owned this watch for years now, don’t you recognize it?” He asked. As Daisy looked on, just for a moment a blue glow shone in front of her eyes. Afterwards she blinked and then looked again at her grandpa. She now remembered the watch, grandpa was a real fan of expensive jewelry she remembered, this watch was one of his most prized possessions. “Sorry grandpa, I guess I’m still a bit spaced out by everything” She said.

“So, how’s mom’s midlife-crisis? Have you tried to call her yet?” Daisy asked with remarkable nonchalance. “Oh yeah, that’s right. Ehhh no, haven’t called her again darling. But if you want, I could call her today”. George replied. “Oh no, that’s okay. She’s probably still out of it, acting like a stupid tramp...I’ll wait until she calls”. Daisy was almost astonished at her own casual remark. She’d never called her mother a stupid tramp in that manner. It was almost as if she didn’t really care for her mother anymore. But that was nonsense, she just didn’t really want to bother anymore with her mom’s weird changes. “she has to sort that out herself, I can’t let my life be dictated by my mom’s choises” she reasoned.

After breakfast Daisy stood up, straightening her blue mini a bit until it reached just above her knees. Her green halter top, covering her c-cups didn’t need to many adjustments, because it was too tight to move. The outfit she had worn was a bit risque she decided, but then again, it was summer and she should be enjoying it! Besides, her mother was far worse in that case, so Daisy didn’t feel really guilty about it.

Daisy and Robbie spent the day walking around the neighbourhood, sitting in the park etc. They felt very close to each other all day, more so than Daisy could remember, though her memory was kind of foggy today. It was so bad that when Daisy kissed Robbie in the park she didn’t remember if this was their first kiss or not. But it didn’t matter as the kiss was amazing. Robbie really seemed quite aroused as he immediatly began cupping her large breasts, so Daisy had to slow him down. She smiled inwardly. Robbie was such a great guy, he really loved her, well he loved how she looked at least, and somehow, Daisy thought, that seemed to be most important. A good brain is ok and all, but without good looks, you’ll never succeed in life.

That evening, Daisy’s grandparents had ordered in some chinese food. It wasn’t exactly healthy but Daisy couldn’t really care. It tasted great and that was what counted. Her grandparents often liked to choose taste over health-considerations, Daisy loved that way of thinking. Afterwards they shared a bottle of wine and then Daisy and Robbie quickly went upstairs. There had been hanging something in the air all day and both Daisy and Robbie had felt it. As soon as Robbie closed Daisy’s bedroom door, he felt Daisy attacking him from behind. They shared a long and passionate kiss with each other before they both fell on Daisy’s bed.

“God, Robbie, this day has been so good! I almost forgot my mom has become some sort of cheap s.lut!” She said, giggling. Not caring she had just called her mom a s.lut. “hehe, well, that would explain were you’re attitude is coming from” Robbie said, a bit sleazy. Daisy noticed he had a lot of gel in his hair. She hadn’t noticed it before, but his hair now definately looked very stylish and hip. She liked it she decided. “Don’t call me no s.lut!” Daisy teasingly said. She felt her big earrings touch her bare shoulders as she moved around. As she looked aside she noticed the barbie-doll her mom had given her. It shone with a bright blue light.

“Hey Rob, look at the doll!” She said as Robbie was licking her neck. Robbie looked up and noticed it too. “wow, nice effect babe! Great. But really, I’m more interested in something else!” He said, turning her head to his. “Oh really...giggle...and what might that be” Daisy asked teasingly. As Robbie stripped down her thin pink haltertop, exposing her beautiful bra-covered D-cup breasts, she knew exactly what he meant.
“Mister...are you trying to say you want to f.uck...moi?!” She asked, gazing at Robbie’s lustful eyes. “What do you think, B.itch?!” Robbie asked strongly as he put one hand on her crotch, which was only covered by a pink thong bikini.

Daisy loved it when Rob took charge like that. Forgetting any manners, she loved it. So she quickly shoved her thong aside with her long pink nails to show Rob her wet snatch. “I think...you big hunk...that I could use a serious f.uck right about...now!” she said as she suddenly grabbed Rob’s crotch in one had. He moaned at that. They twisted around for a while, licking and sucking each others bodies. Daisy’s, now fake, big boobs were pulled free from the pink bra, while Rob’s shirt was torn of by Daisy in turn. Soon after, her thong dissapeared, leaving her only in fishnet stocking’s and high heels. Her jewelry had grown large and dacadent, with a large diamond ring on one of her fingers, a gift from Rob she now thought.
Rob was living in ecstacy as he began pumping his large member into Daisy. The softness and gentle nature of his touch were completely vanished in turn for argressive grabs and thrusts. “d**n babe, for someone who wined about her mom being a s.lut, you sure are acting pretty similair!” He said. “Oh f.uck it Rob, shut up and f.uck me, I don’t care about that sleeper of a mother” She shouted. So their f.ucking intensified as Rob pushed Daisy against the wall to hit her harder. The barbie doll, to which both of them were completely oblivious, was glowing stronger and stronger now, apparently feeding on the lust close-by. Slowly changes were spreading throughout Daisy’s room. Cotton turned into silk, brown into pink, teddy’s into dildo’s and the ceiling into one huge mirror.
Then suddenly as Rob came in Daisy, they both fell sideways, losing their balance, lost in the moment. They came crashing down on the doll wich was crushed beneath them. As they slowly crept up of it, they saw the doll’s body was dented and misformed. “nuts baby, we crushed my mom’s little doll..” Daisy said with a slight pout. “So what? I could care less” Rob said. “F.uck you! You bastard” Daisy shouted back. Rob just smiled sleazily and grabbed her again. “Ok, if you insist I’ll f**k you again”. He said as he lifted her up and onto the large silken bed. They didn’t notice that the doll was starting to glow again, only this time a much more darker blue, almost black....

[Wuffy]

Nice twist at the end. I can't wait to see what changes the "new" doll brings.

[cheefyboy]

hi,

absolutley fantastic and i think i might have guessed what the change of colour might mean.. can't wait!!!!

please keep up the fine work it really is appreciated!!

SL.

[MrGrey]

Sorry I haven't too involved with the Continuous Story section. I plan to contribute in the future, but I'm liking everything you guys come up with much more! I just wanted to tell White Rabbit how much I've enjoyed the Barbie Doll story and that I want to know what's going to happen with the new glowing black color! Keep up the good work, man. You've definitely got me on the edge of my seat...

[whiterabbit]

I want to post the next part of my story (just can't seem to stop writing!) but I noticed that rat-bastard had found out a way to bypass censorship on this boards, how did you do this?!

thanx W.R.

[Rat Bastard]

I circumvent the censor by inserting something invisible in the middle of the sensitive words, so that they no longer match the list, but appear unchanged on the resulting HTML page.

I use empty style changes, such as are added by pressing one of the "Add Tags" buttons on the posting page, when nothing is selected. Thus sl[b][/b]ut becomes sl<b></b>ut in the HTML page and is displayed as "slut" instead of "very *friendly* person".

An HTML comment would probably serve just as well.

Now you just have to remember which words are being censored. :-)

[MrGrey]

brillant! ;D

[whiterabbit]

Okay, Here's part 2 of Barbie doll 2. Once again I tried to change things a bit and try to keep the story a little bit unpredictable. I'm curious as to how well that turned out.

SPOILER below!

The ending now certainly leaves open a lot of possibilities. I just wanted to take a step back again with Daisy. When she was turned into a gothic very *friendly* person, that sorta seemed an end-station for me, as the change itself is the most fun to me. So reversing her again seemed like an interesting thing to do. especially when this story is written for a "continuous story" forum.

END SPOILER

Oh and many thanks to Rat Bastard for giving the solution to the censor-problem!!!!!

BARBIE DOLL 2. part 2

Daisy slowly opened her eyes. She felt wickedly great. She remembered having wild sex with Rob the night before and falling asleep next to each other in their giant bed. What a way to fall asleep, his strong body half covering her own voluptuous and fake figure. And what a way to wake up. Daisy noted that the sun hadn’t even come up yet. Her sense of time was completely gone thanks to her irregular sleepsessions and latenight partying. Especially since she didn’t do much more with her time other than getting high on drugs, fucking a lot, sometimes starring next to her mom in porn under her artistname Devon. She loved it.

Devon (as most people simply called her all day) thought back about her mom. There was something nagging in her brain about her being concerned about her mom, but she couldn’t remember why exactely. She was a pornstar, had always been one, and been pretty good at it. Devon never did mind it, she herself had similar slutty tendency’s as her mom so she found her mom’s work more interesting and arousing than shameful or humiliating.

Her grandparents also didn’t really care. Well, they didn’t really care about a lot of things besides themselves and their wealth. Devon always enjoyed staying over with her grandparents, not because she could get along so well, though she did pretend to, but because they were immensely wealthy and could provide Devon with a lot of money and luxury, even more than her mom could. They did act pretty arrogant, egotistical and lazy, but hey! So did her mom, and truth to be told, Devon herself also wasn’t really keen on looking out after other people. She was her own queen. Dark queen she added, looking at her pitch-black long hair spread out across the blankets.

Her light skin and deep dark hair- and make-up colours made her look like some kind of Gothic chick, and she loved it. She loved the whole dark lifestyle. Using drugs, getting tattoo’s (like the red dragon just above her bald snatch) and piercings (like the two black nipple rings she had gotten), just behaving badly, doing things the way society didn’t want her to do things. That was why she altered her body so much, to shock people. Her big F-cup fake titties always got her the right attention, especially because she loved to show herself of, like a slut. She loved it if people thought of her like that, a gothic slut. And it was pretty much true, she had to admit. She did love to fuck and would fuck anyone who showed her mild interest.

Slowly she shoved off Rob’s naked body, admiring his tight muscles and wicked tattoo’s and slid off the black satin sheets. Though daylight had yet to arrive, she didn’t feel like going back to sleep. Maby some weird mushrooms would get her spaced out enough to drift back into sleep. She sat up straight on the edge of her bed and felt a bit of arousal creeping up again. One hand began to twist her pierced nipples inside her lacy sheer bra while the other hand played with her exposed pierced clit. She almost let herself fall back on her bed to orgasm but decided to first use some drugs to make the orgasm stronger. She stood up and walked towards her drugs-cabinet. This was the first time she realised she still had her 5” heeled spikes on. Rob loved to fuck her with those things still on, so she often just went to bed with them. She smiled a bit as she began to feel more and more as the slut she was.

As she sat in front of her drug-cabinet, which also supported a big mirror, she looked at her corrupted face. Those deep blue eyes were so full of lust and wickedness she couldn’t recognize that these eyes were only 20 years old, and should, by all standards be a whole lot more innocent than hers were. But she wasn’t raised as an innocent. Her mom had let her make contact with sex and drugs as soom as she started to show signs of puberty. What a rolemodel she was, Devon thought with a smile. “O well, she’s a great fuck, so that compensates a lot” she wispered to herself and let out an evil grin. She always loved to tell people how she and her mom fucked each other in front of the camera and sometimes just for fun. The look of shock on their faces was priceless.

After looking at her collection of drugs Devon finally decided to just snif some coke to get her going again, she longed for some action, either with Rob or outside with a stranger. After she shot a few lines she looked around. It was only than that she noticed her room was bathed in a pale blue glow. She had thought that it was moonlight, but now that her mind cleared from the coke, she noticed it was too bright to be moonlight. Then she saw the source of it. A broken barbiedoll lay half-under her bed...

Oh dear, that’s right that stupid doll her mom had given her years ago. She didn’t care much for it, but didn’t want to throw it away, because she knew her mom loved her to keep it. She never noticed the thing glowing. Devon stood up and picked the doll up. She looked at it intently and almost felt hynotised by the blue blow coming off from it. “Cool trick actually” she said. Then she jumped up. She saw her fingernails, her half inch long black nails, suddenly grow. They grew toward a full inch and turned towards a colour of deep dark blue. “Oh my god!!” She shouted. “What the fuck?!” she dropped the doll on the floor and switched on the light.

“Rob! Rob! Wake up asshole, come on!” she tugged at him, trying to wake him up. “Take it easy Bitch!! Slow down!” He mumbled back, but he did wake up and sat up at the edge of the bed. “What’s wrong?” he asked lazily, looking at his chick. He noticed her pupils were dialated,”Fuck Devon, you been using again? You look spaced out!” He said. “Yeah, erhm, whatever, that’s not what this is about. Look at my fingernails!” He looked at them,”Yeah, nice, I always love that blue, so what?!”,”Always love that blue?! What do you mean, I ALWAYS paint them black!” She replied. “What the fuck are you talking about. You’re always so proud of your long blue nails!” He said, and as he said it Devon started to slowly remember this. Yeah, she did always paint her nails blue, and they always had been this long...right?

“No! Stop it..What you say sounds right...somehow... But I know what I’ve seen!! I just grabbed that glowing doll and then suddenly somthing changed. I don’t know what exactly anymore, but SOMETHING!”.

Rob just stared at her,”Jeezz, you’re such a stupid slut you know that?! Go back to sleep!” And he fell back on bed. But Devon was determined. She grabbed the still glowing doll up again and brought it to Rob. When she arrived at him and threw the thing on him, she noticed her hands were now encased in shiny blue rubber gloves, leaving her fingers with those long nails exposed. “Just look at it! Can’t you see it’s glowing weird & shit?!”. Rob looked up again and saw the doll lying on his belly. He then felt his cock moving. As he looked up he saw that it was growing visibly. “HOLY SHIT!” He screamed. “You see! You fucker! You see I wasn’t lying!” Rob threw the thing off him and looked at it like it was some sort of evil insect.

“That thing is changing us...and we can’t even remember what!” She said. Rob just stared at it. “Maby you’re right babe...I dunno, what has changed on me then?” Devon looked puzzled,”I don’t know Rob! I just don’t know.” She looked at him, inspecting him, including his 10” thingy, it all seemed familiar, but she just knew things were different.

“What do we do?!” She cried at Rob. Rob looked at Devon, feeling his cock twitching as he saw a blue rubber necklace covering Devon’s thin neck, perfectly complementing her bright blue hair. “I...I...shit...fuck it!” He said as he grabbed one of his muscle-weights and began hammering in on the d**ned doll. “I don’t want to have some doll altering my perceptions, I’ve got enough drugs for that purpose!!” He shouted as he pounded away. As the doll broke into more and more pieces, slowly the blue glow dissapeared.

Devon began to feel strange. She sat on the edge of her bed and looked at a mirror above her drug-, no makeup-cabinet. She saw her hair shortening and shifting colour, first black then dark brown, then lighter until it was her original light brown colour. Her silicon monsters slowly shrank, shifting into natural, small b-cups. Her piercings dissapeared and she felt a sort of numbness washing over her vagina as the red dragon tattoo first changed into a nice heart, then a cute flower until it shifted into a patch of hair which slowly covered her now hairy crotch. Arousal dissappeared from her as her need for sex decreased. Her high heels were turning into small slippers as her sheer slutty underwear turned first into nice lacy but decent underwear before changing into drab cotton whites. When a long nightgown was forming over her thin frame she looked over at rob who lay in the corner in his sleepwear, looking thin, broken and weak. Slowly sunlight began to creep up trough her brown curtains as Daisy began to come to senses.

What had just happened? She thought. She remembered herself being turned into some kind of weird gothic slut, but she couldn’t really tell if it had been a bad dream or not. Probably had been, it couldn’t be anything else right?!

“Robbie, are you okay” she gently asked. “Yeah I’m fine, just a little spaced out..dunno why..” He said, looking at Daisy. Just for a moment he pictured himself f**king her, but that though quickly dissapeared, he wasn’t the sort of guy to fantasize about that, he was too innocent. “Come, let’s make some breakfast.” She said as they both went downstairs. Their grandparents were gone, probably out for a stroll, so they had the place for themselves. They slowly made a healthy breakfast but still they both felt weird. They didn’t dare to tell each other of their dreams, but couldn’t keep it out of their minds. “What had happened” was the only thought creeping through Daisy’s mind as she slowly and silently sqeezed out some oranges...

Meanwhile, upstairs, in Daisy’s room, the remains of the doll lay motionless. But slowly, in spite of it being daylight, a familiar glow was spreading again along it’s pieces. The glow wasn’t contained inside the pieces of the doll, it seemed like it was freed somehow and was now freely flowing out. As it spread out it grew harder to see, but it was undeniably present. Part of it crept under the door and made it’s way downstairs. Another part drifted out of the window. Slowly, almost invisible but ever so sweet and lustful corruption was now freely spreading out.

[RichardBah]

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