"Love, love, love, love, love, love!" Vicki Vale madly sang to herself, as she snapped pic after pic of the beautifully, breathtakingly gorgeous girly mannequin before her.
Her thoughts were dominated by beautiful, beautiful mannequin's appearance. The petite angel's body looked so amazing wrapped in the powder blue dress and her hair was so shiny and perfect! Vicki wanted desperately to kiss the blank smiling face with its smooth, smooth plastic skin! Vicki shuddered in arousal at the very thought. The reporter imagined herself set out next to the little Princess in a similar dress. Could she stay as perfectly motionless as her love? Would people know she wasn't a mannequin? The thought intrigued her as she continued to stare straight forward at the golden-haired mannequin. In her time under the neural pulse, Vicki Vale's eyes had become as big and round as saucers and her smile was wide as a Cheshire Cat. Her forehead and breasts glistened with perspiration, but Vicki didn't care. All that mattered to her was that she was close to the love of her life and that she was capturing the moment with her smartphone so this would never end.
The strawberry blonde had managed to push her way to the front of the delirious crowd of admirers, despite her small frame. The feelings of love and lust that was forced upon the group of Gothamites had driven the entire crowd into an absolute frenzy. The young couple was arguing over who loved the mannequin more, as they reached out desperately to touch her little plastic body, the conservative-looking mother and her rebellious daughter clung tightly to one another as they shouted out their declarations of love and two of the businessmen had broken down in tears at how their lives had been so meaningless before this moment but they had finally found true love. And yet, the mob never took one more step closer to Princess Batsy.
The neural pulse had seen to that, forming an invisible wall so no frenzied hysteric admirer would harm one hair on Batsy's plastic head.
"Nnnngggghhhhhh!!!" Vicki groaned when a text message flashed on her phone. It interrupted her ability to snap pics of her beloved mannequin! She saw that it read that the van would be there soon and if she was ready to give her story? Suddenly, a sickening feeling coursed through her body and face contorted from the wide smile into a sick grimace. What was happening to her? She blinked her eyes almost robotically and realized that she was looking down at her stupid smartphone instead of her mannequin. She snapped her attention back to the 'Alice' mannequin and the sick feeling was exorcised from her body. She exhaled a long, drawn out sigh and her face took on the same bizarre grin as before. All was right in the world for Vicki. Even the group of female shoppers from before reaching out past her and running their hands over Vicki's body only added to the delirious pleasure of being so close to the lovely little mannequin.
Was she ready for her story, Vicki thought in the back of her mind. She continued to stare at the mannequin, studying every little perfect detail of her unmatched beauty. No, that wasn't the question worth asking.
Was Gotham City ready to meet the mannequin?
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"This is twisted," Barbara murmured.
"Why would Bruce have a mannequin that looks like a mix between The Joker and Marie Antoinette?" Nightwing asked, his arms folded in front of him. The large green hair that rose high to the ceiling, which was decorated with a red rose, her white makeup and smiling red lips and her elaborate purple gown with gold trim that ended at her thighs and revealed purple stockings and gold high-heels. 'Kind of a sexy mannequin at that,' Dick thought, but dare not share his observation with Barbara.
"Hahahahahahahahaha! Because Brucie doesn't live here anymore!" Countess Jokeress giggled inside her plastic shell, "Only the Master of the house, Mr. Hatsy and my bestest gal pal in the whole wide world, Batsy! Hahahahahahahahaha! And you don't even realize how screwed you are, you little bat-flunkies! It's like a lovely, lovely joke!!!"
"Heeeyyyyyyyy," Duchess cooed teasingly over her communicator to the fancy green-haired mannequin, "I thought I was your bestest gal pal in the whole wide world."
"Tee hee hee! Duchessssss!" Countress Joker hissed with glee, "You're my bestest human gal pal! But us mannequins have an extra special relationship! I just love Batsy so. She is just the besssssttttttttt!!!!"
"She so is, puddin! She so is!" Duchess grinned, running her hands up and down the side of her curvaceously plump torso, squeezed into a red lace bustier, before she squeezed her soft, round tits and bit her plump bottom lip. The former Harley Quinn watched the scene of Batgirl and Nightwing investigating the mansion play out from the Hatter Cave. Every now and then her eyes would drift over to the feed showing what was going on with Batsy and turned up the volume to hear the former Batman-turned-mannequin squeal at how extra special she felt knowing that Gotham truly loved her. The Duchess rubbed her wide thighs together and felt her pussy getting wetter and wetter knowing that her precious Batsy was happy!
Snapping back to the situation at hand, Duchess narrowed her eyes at the trespassers and a devilish look came over her face, "Now, what to do with Bat Jr. and Ms. Bat?"
Countess Joker's mad laughter could be heard in her communicator and it put a smile on Duchess' face.
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"What have you done to me?" Jimmy Olsen asked, a feeling of panic surging through his body as his fingertips gently felt his lips and face and was met with the odd sensation of plastic on plastic.
"I've improved you, Jimmi-Doll," the Toyman stated simply, "Now, stop being such a rude little doll and sit up for me on the table."
'Need to fight him. I'm not a doll. I'm a person!' Jimmy thought. He wanted nothing more than to run out of the room and escape. He would find help for Lois, Lana and himself. He wouldn't spend the rest of his life as a feminized doll, 'Must find Superman! He'll know what to do.'
"Come now, Jimmi-Doll," the Toyman urged, and the transformed Jimmy Olsen's head snapped to the side and stared up at the jester-like villain. On either side of him he saw his loyal dolly slaves, Lois-Doll and Lana-Doll. Lois-Doll looked at him hotly, her glossy lips parted slightly, while Lana-Doll had a wide smile on her simplified face. Jimmy felt a kinship with his transformed friends and suddenly, the urge to sit up was overpowering. The Toyman continued, "Yes, that's it, my dear. You can do it. Sit. Sit up for me."
'I will not do anything for the Toyman!' Jimmy thought, 'Wait! What's happening?'
His movements were stiff, but Jimmi-Doll first rose her torso up off the table to a sitting position. She looked down and saw her naked chest. Her naked titties were plastic, as was the rest of her skin. She saw that her perfect plasticine legs were shot out straight.
"Now, turn this way. That's it. Such a good little doll!" the Toyman complimented, and Jimmi-Doll did as she was told. A shiver of submissive excitement shot through the transformed photographer's body and mind when she twisted her body so that her legs now hung over the side of the table and she faced the Toyman and his dollies.
"Yay!" Lana-Doll cried out, "Jimmi-Doll did it!!!!"
'No!' Jimmy yelled inside his head, despite the low hum of pleasure he felt at obeying the Toyman's commands, 'Must fight! Must escape! Can't let this happen!'
"Now then, my dears," the Toyman smiled, "I believe I mentioned playing dress up?"
'Must play dress up!!!!!!' Jimmy thought, and on the outside Jimmi-Doll's lips curled in a contented smile.