With some enthusiastic lip-service

“Ray gun?”

Barbie blinked slowly. She felt like she was in fantasyland. She was sure that none of this was real– the party, the girls, herself. Nothing. This was all just so unbelievable.

Renee’s ministrations continued, reduced to a lazy traipse around Barbie’s groin. “Mhmm. It's all fully customizable, too.” She licked her lips. “I think I’ll get him to make your boobs way bigger. There’s, like, a slider. You’ll love it. He’ll make ‘em big enough that you can’t get through doors.”

Renee laughed at that, a full, mean laugh. Barbie imagined what it might be like: the ray gun zapping her, her boobs exploding out of her dress. Giant airbags ballooning out in front of her, swinging heavily with every strut, knocking dinnerware off of tables. Like a big wobbling piece of fuck candy.

She tried looking around. Where had Peter gone? “Okay, so um, how do I um, get him to…”

Renee released her, and she almost lost her footing. It felt as if she’d been in Renee’s arms for decades, like she needed to relearn walking. “No free lunch, babe. You’re gonna have to work for it. Lucky that drink makes you dumb and horny, right?”

Barbie could see that Renee was smiling. It took her a second to realize how big her own smile was, in tandem. She didn’t know exactly why, but this was all starting to sound like a great idea.

Renee pointed, and now Barbie was looking at Peter. He was seated on a black leather L-couch, facing towards her. She could see two bulges in his pants– one must’ve been the ray gun, in a pocket, and the other was where her focus lasered in on.

Renee gave her an encouraging slap on the rump that sent her on her way. “Uh oh, Peter!” She said, “Someone’s coming to see you!”

Barbie took a step, then another. With each, Dumb Slut grew a font size on the billboard in her head. Her hips adopted a sexy sway. She smiled at Peter and placed a finger in her mouth, biting down, her eyes hooding seductively. Eventually, she realized she’d look much sluttier crawling towards him, and so she dropped to all fours on the hardwood, arching her back and forcing her rear out. She prowled towards him, catlike. It was incredibly impractical and took her way longer than it should have to reach him, but Peter never dropped his grin. Nor did the bulge recede.

Then Barbie was at his knees, swooning, her own knees burning somewhere far away beneath the psychic fog. She couldn’t drop her silly little smile. Not when such a wonderful treasure was waiting right in front of her. Barbie opted to try to pull his zipper open with her teeth. Her fingers had found themselves working wonders into the crotch of her dress, and she most certainly did not want to interrupt them.

Peter snickered as he slid his fingers through Barbie’s hair. “Right to it, eh? Don’tcha wanna take me to dinner first?”

Barbie zipped him all the way down and let the zipper drop from her mouth, and it trailed with a viscous pink line of saliva. Her mouth still tasted sweet, like she’d licked a dozen Valentine's lollipops to the stem.

She regarded him with a dumb grin. “I wanna be pretty.”

“Oh?”

“Pretty like Renee.” She dove in and pulled at his boxers with her teeth. Peter yelped as she inevitably pulled a few pubes.

“Jesus. You’re excited.” He pushed her away and opted to fish his cock out himself, sitting up and hovering over the couch as he pulled his jeans and underwear down to his thighs.

Seeing it was like seeing the sun for the first time. It was the biggest cock she’d ever seen, in real-life or otherwise. It sprang out and aimed between her eyes like a warrior pointing a sword towards a challenger. There was suddenly the feeling that she needed this cock between her lips, or she might burst into flames.

“Back up. Stay. Lemme…” Peter’s cock bobbed and shifted around in her vision as he fiddled with his pocket. Once or twice, it tapped against the side of her cheek. Barbie could feel her mouth watering, filling with lollipop taste.

The ray gun looked like a toy. Bubblegum pink with the classic 60’s sci-fi theme; it even had the little concentric rings around the business end. Barbie could see a monitor on the back of the gun where a hammer would be.

“Let’s start slow,” Peter said, and he brought the gun around towards Barbie. He placed it against her forehead, using the tip to move a strand of hair in the way, ensuring skin contact.

She heard the plastic click of a trigger and the laser of a sine wave pitching down. Suddenly, it was like she was in a Jacuzzi. A relaxing tingling was arcing through her body from her toes to her neck. It moved like the scanning line of a copier, up and down, and felt most intense when it delved between her legs. Barbie could feel herself clench when it reached her there. There was now the smell of lavender and burnt hair.

“Feel good, hon?” Peter chuckled, and he waggled the gun. “Best esthetician in the business, right here.”

Barbie nodded as she marvelled at her arms. They were now utterly hairless, and just the tiniest bit glossy, if you looked at them right. Like they were fake. Dollie arms for a Doll. She touched her face next, and everything was smooth and soft. Her fingertips glided across her cheek like a dream.

Totally fake.

Then the cock in front of her twitched in wordless permission, and the Barbie Doll set herself upon it. It slipped through her lips and into the warmth of her mouth. She bobbed her head up and down, steadily.

“Like to do girls one change at a time,” Peter said, collecting Barbie’s hair into a ponytail and pulling it hard, like a handle. The added pressure encouraged Barbie to cram his cock even deeper down her throat, and it twitched in response. “Especially when they’re sucking me off. I like to imagine it's my dick that’s turning you pretty.”

“Pretty,” Barbie might’ve said, but it was lost as a muffled sort of pleasure cry as the word itself spiked her arousal. Her hand was stroking up and down the long shaft in front of her, while the other was openly working herself underneath her dress. She'd pulled her panties down to her thighs, and Barbie realized that Renee across the room probably had a very good view of Barbie fingering herself, which made her moan around the cock again.

She couldn't believe how fun this was. Before, oral had been a Nathan thing. She'd never gotten used to the little snags that came with it, the neck pain and the migraines, and so she'd only perform it rarely, on birthdays or when Nathan really pleaded for it. She’d been so prudish and obstinate about it, back then. This was before she was the Dumb Slut who wanted to Be A Pretty Doll.

Now her skin was flawless and amazingly tanned, with more changes on the horizon. The thought that the better she sucked off this fabulous cock in front of her, the hotter of a glitzed-up fuckdoll she’d likely become, made her venture to bob her head even lower.