Manic Bimbo Dreamgirl – A hot pink lovestory

[AngelheadedHipster]

Just a little something I'm writing on. It's not quite porn (at least not yet  ), just something cute and funny. I thought perhaps you might enjoy it. English is sadly not my first language so I hope didn't make any glaring mistakes.

Manic Bimbo Dreamgirl – A hot pink lovestory

Chapter 1

I sat in my favourite overpriced café enjoying my favourite overpriced Latté when I first met her. I gotta admit, like every nerdy twentysomething I always thought I was into shy, intelligent girls, the kind I can discuss politics with, the kind that is quietly curious about the workings of our world, the kind who knows what I'm talking about when I'm talking about  Kafka and Sartre. The sudden tight feeling in my pants proved me wrong. I nearly choked on my coffee when I saw her come through the door. I almost got vertigo looking at her babypink peeptoe high-heels that playfully displayed toenails painted a slightly different shade of pink. My eyes wandering upwards my excitement only grew, following her long, toned legs that had a hue that I always liked to call „California Gold“, somewhere on the border region between light brown and dark orange up to a perfectly round and visibly bigger than average ass. I confess, my eyes would have lingered on it longer and maybe have moved on to her flat, well trained belly or her strong, smooth back I they hadn't been immediately drawn to her breasts. I'm not exaggerating when I say that those puppies were unlike anything I've ever seen. It looked like she shoved a pair of perfectly round basketballs under her Shirt, a skimpy little piece of black fabric with two lines of gold coloured text on its front that confirmed that everything under it was „fantastic plastic“. everything, in that case is meant to be taken literally, as the pair of huge nipples visibly poking through the black fabric proved without doubt that she wasn't wearing a bra under it. And while that was a sight I would have enjoyed to admire for a bit longer my gaze eventually met her face which perfectly met the expectations I had at this point. It had the same bronze colour as the rest of her skin even if a big part of it was covered by Make-Up. Her lips, covered by bright pink lipstick seemed to be slightly swollen, the absence of any sort of wrinkles on her pretty face suggested at least semi-frequent botox injections. Looking into the  big brown eyes below her pencil thin eyebrows I saw the expression of vapid, thoughtless, cheerful happiness that suggested a complete absence of thoughts more complex than „What should I wear today?“ or, on the occasion of an especially difficult dilemma „Is that cute guy checking me out?“ (The answer to the latter question was usually „yes“). To top it off her face was framed by a waterfall of platinum blonde and perfectly straight hair, that went by her big golden hoop earrings all the way down to her waist, a narrow streak of, how could it be different, pink hair following it all the way down. Her voice, a high girlish squee with a slight lisp and a valley girl accent thicker than anything I've ever heard outside of a Frank Zappa song drowned out the music coming from my earphones, in this case not inappropriately Neutral Milk Hotels Jeff Mangum singing about what beautiful face I have found in this place that is circling all around the sun.

„Hey cutie, can I, like, sit here?“ she asked with the confidence of someone who knew that a No was unlikely and pointed to the seat opposite me. „S-sure!“ I replied with the entire lack of confidence of someone who was well aware that he was talking to a girl way out of his league. To be perfectly honest with you, I was never great at starting a conversation with strangers and the mixture of awe, arousal and surprise of  this   gorgeous example of artificial bimbo beauty sitting next to me didn't help matters. Mustering up some courage I gave it my best try nonetheless: „So, uh... I never saw ya here. You're new?“ It took a small moment longer than usual till the question got through the complete emptiness of her head but when it did she answered with a smile „Like, yeah, totally! I'm Candy!“ (I supressed the urge to say „Of course you are.“) „Like, me and my daddy just moved here? I was, like, really sad that I had to move here and leave all my friends behind but you know what? Daddy actually gave me present when I told him that!“ Feigning interest I asked her, what it was. „See these?“ she asked, pointing to the gigantic orbs of skin covered plastic that were her breasts. For a moment I wondered if she might have been referring to a necklace that got lost in the deep valley that was her cleavage. Interpreting my pause as confusion she proceded „I mean my boobies, dummy!“ She did a little bounce, trying to jiggle them. „Tried“ because they were to firm to have much visible movement. She smiled widely „Oh Em Gee, aren't they, like, so huge! It's tooootallly awesome! I mean, they were pretty big before but now, they're, like, even more big fer sure! I loooove them!“ At this point she kissed the top of her right (left from where I sat)  breast, living a print of her pink lipstick where her full lips met the thinly stretched skin of her boob. She looked at me as I was smiling awkwardly, crossing my legs to hide my erection and being very aware that all the other patrons of the café were listening. „Don't you think they're super great?“ she asked me, looking at me with her brainless puppydog eyes. „Sure... I think they look fantastic! So, uh... what does your daddy do, Candy?“ It hurt me to temporarily  steer the topic away from her chest but  but I genuinely wanted to know. She paused with an expression indicating that she doesn't usually deal with such difficult questions. A moment later she replied „He's, like, in charge of that big company. They make, like chocolate and stuff... It's pretty yummy! The name's Almeida... and so is our name! I always thought it's totes funny how me, daddy and his company have the same name!“ I smiled, pretending to be amused by that „coincedence“ while in my head the third and last 7 appeared in a metaphorical slot machine. Hot, dumb and... rich! Jackpot! If anything it explained her rather lacking mental abilities. She grew up in an environment where education or more than basic reasoning skills were never asked from her. My thoughts trailed of as Candy was taking a sip from her coffee, her big lips wrapping around the straw made for a weirdly erotic view.

As she finished and made a hand movement to attract the attention of the rather excited seeming waiter I realized that this was the time to make a move: „It's alright!“ I proclaimed, „I'm going to pay for you.“ Logically speaking it was stupid of me on a variety of different levels to pay for a girl who had likely more money than I had ever seen but it's the thought that counts and even though the waiter seemed considerably less eager to deal with me Candy seemed to appreciate it. She looked at me with what she thought was a sly smile „So, you like, like Sandy and Mandy?“ After I sorted the „likes“ correctly in my head I inquired „Who... are Sandy and Mandy?“ Candy giggled loudly which, at that moment, felt to me like the most wonderful sound in the world. „It's what I call my new titties! Like, the Doctor said they're so huge they almost need their own names and I was, like, omg, my name's Candy so I'll totally call them Sandy and Mandy! Fer sure!“ She was visibly proud of her own creativity before she returned to what she appearently wanted to ask initially. „So, like... wanna touch?“ As she finished her sentence my face probably resembled a red traffic light though she didn't seem to notice it. „Y-yes!“ I replied awestruck. As the blonde bombshell opposite me stuck out her two huge spherical silicone beauties that were only covered by a thin layer of black fabric and rested them on the table I couldn't believe my luck as I stuck out my right hand to touch what was either Sandy or Mandy. As I expected it wasn't only shaped but also almost as firm as a basketball, I still buried my fingers as deep into them as I could before Candy  backed away, teasingly proclaiming „Okay tiger,, that's, like, enough for now, fer sure!“ She followed it up with a giggle. „Hey, like, how about we meet again? Tomorrow evening?“while scribbling her address on a napkin. Leaving out a silent triumphant grunt I said „I'd love to see you again! A-and Sandy and Mandy!“ She blew me a kiss from her filled up lips as she wiggled out of the cafés door. „Oh, by the way, my names Matt!“ I shouted as she had almost left the building. Seconds later the waiter who had overheard our conversation asked politely while trying not to laugh „Anything else you need, Sir?“ I paused for a moment. „I... would very much like to use your toilet for, oh, five minutes.“ The waiter nodded knowingly. „I understand completely, Sir. Go ahead.“

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[AngelheadedHipster]

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I've just finished the second chapter so I hope you are all hungry for some more cheesecake

Chapter 2

With no small amount of dissapointment I had to find out that bragging about your first date in, as I have to admit, almost five years wasn't nearly as satisfying if your your best friend is, in fact, gay. „I don't get what you see in her, Matty.“ Henry told me, shaking his head  after I told him about Candy with a smug smile. „What is there not to get? Dude, she has legs that go up to the sky, hair that goes down to her ass, lips like pillows and tits like, well... bigger pillows!“ Henry just shrugged „Well, yeah. And from what you've told me she's also dumb as a brick and you have literally nothing in common.  You act like she's your manic pixie dream girl.“
„My... manic pixie whatnow?“
„Your manic pixie dreamgirl, Matty.  You know, the quirky, fun loving chick in a romantic comedy that comes into the lead guys life when he's all depressed to make him feel better about himself.“
I chuckled at that comparison. „You watch too many movies.“ I responded dryly. „Whaaateveeeer,“ he said in the stereotypically gay sing-song he only ever put on when he tried to deliberately annoy people, „Have fun playing with your living barbiedoll but don't come crying to me when you're sick of her one week later!“ I nodded absentmindedly, checking out the time on my phone. Almost time to get going. „I will! Have fun, that is!“

The house Candy moved into was, as I expected a large mansion in a rich neighbourhood. Two cars stood in the parkway, on a black stretch-limo with darkened windows, no doubt belonging to her father and a bright pink convertible no doubt belonging to her. As it turned out Candy was already waiting for me, wearing a blue jeans minisikirt that could almost pass for a belt, a pink tube top that covered the lower half of her absurdly pumped up breasts and not much else (the upper halves of her aerolae were still showing.) with a short jeans jacket over it and particulary high transparent plateau shoes, showcasing golden rings around her toes. I felt dizzy walking up to her though that may have had to do with the, no doubt expensive, sweet perfume she obviously applied quite liberally. „Like, hiiiii, tiger!“  she exclaimed waving, bouncing up and down and flashing a bright smile. I returned the smile in a slightly more restrained manner. „Hi Candy. I've brought you something.“ I told her and pulled a bouquet of flowers, pink roses, that I bought along the way, from behind my back. I was thinking of Pralinés first until I realized that giving chocolate to a girl whos father owns a chocolate company would be rather redundant. „Omg, that's soooo cute! How did ya know that pink is, like, tooootally my favourite color?“
„I guess that's just my intuition.“ I replied, trying not to sound too sarcastic. Before I could say anything else Candy held me in a hug that almost took my breath away, her homongous, rock hard tits pressing hard against my chest and her perfume completely filling my nose. After she let me go again and I took a deep breath and asked: „So... do you want me to show you around the town for a bit? And then I thought maybe I can invite you for some ice cream.“
„Fer sure! I love ice cream!“

Showing her around town didn't take too much of our time, seeing how there was not much to it. It's a small coastal town with a nice beach, some pretty good, if overly expensive restaurants and hardly anything else.  I found listening to Candy a very pleasant experience in its own special way. „So, like, have you seen the semifinals of „The next Superstar? Justin was, like, tooootally hot! I got suuuper wet when I saw him perform. I rode my favourite dildo so hard that night!“  She giggled at the thought while I focussed my concentration on trying not too blush. „Hey, tiger, do you, like, know a beauty clinic around here?“ Trying to tear my mind away from the persistent image of Candy „riding her favourite dildo“ I thought about her question for a moment. „Uh... yeah, I think there's one at the promenade.“ Candy seemed happy to hear that. „Yaaaay! Like, back in LA there was one around every corner but not here! That, like, so gnarly. I totally need some botox, fer sure! And have you seen my lips? They're tiny!“ As a matter of fact they seemed huge to me but Candy seemed to have vastly different standards in that regard. „Well... they seem pretty damn huge to me.“ I replied bemused. „Aww, you're just saying that! You should totally see 'em after a fill-up.“ After I assured her that I'd love to see her lips when they are at their biggest I decided to get back to the ice cream I promised to inviter her to. There was a lovely little Gelateria at the seaside that seemed just perfect for a date on a hot summer evening. After we sat down and ordered our sundaes (Candy, of course, going for pink strawberry ice cream, me preferring Banana Split) Candies eyes lit up. „Hey, like, I  have an idea!“ she proclaimed proudly. I suspected that an idea was something that happened to her very rarely.
„Look!“ she took the ice cream bowl and placed it in her cleavage, holding it just nicely between her two globes of silicone and letting out a high pitched squee. She reached for the cellphone in her pocket, as far as I could tell the newest model on the market and covered in pink rhinestones. „Like, make a photo of me now! I totally gotta share this on Facebook!“ I did as she asked and gave back the phone. She made another photo of me and typed with her tongue sticking out and the expression of someone solving a particulary difficult math equation,what I would find out later was „EaTinG Ice CrEam with MATTYYYYY. xoxoxoxo“

It was only a second later when I spotted a familiar face sitting at the next table. While Henry scolded me for going out with a girl I have nothing in common with the person there made for a good argument for why I should probably not go out with a chick I actually do have a lot in common with. Juliet was a girl I dated when I was around 17, back then she was a shy and awkward, if by no means unattractive girl with short brown, unkempt hair, pale skin and glasses. It went well enough until she started to develop a really bad superiority complex. She became an activist for womens rights (Though, for some strange reasons, only the kind that would benefit her personally.), decrying the sexualisation of women and the perceived promiscuity of men, a notion that seemed especially ironic after she left me for someone else and treated it as an important step for her liberation. Even now, after almost 5 years she still seemed to harbour a grudge against me. Now, I would hate to seem like a vengeful person but I couldn't help feeling a kind of catharsis when she looked at me first, looked at Candy afterwards and asked in the tone of barely repressed anger „Is that you, Matthew?“
„Oh, evening Juliet! I replied cheerfully, „May I introduce you? Juliet, that's Candy. And Candy, that's Juliet my ex-girlfriend!“
I had no doubts that this encounter would prove to be entertaining. Juliet was always an easily angered person and Candy represented everything she could hate in a woman, the kind of person she had, by her own words, always viewed as a „product of the patriarchy.“ Candy, predictably ignorant of any tension broke the silence. „Like, hi, Juliet! You and Matty used to, like, date? I bet he's sooo happy that he's has me now instead, fer sure!“
Juliet stared at her coldly through the thick rimmed glasses she wore, as I very well knew, for show only. „I have no idea what you could mean by that.“, she hissed.
„Well...“, Candy went on, „Just, like, look at yourself! You look, like, totally boring and stuff!  Get a tan, some botox, like, maybe do something about that icky hair of yours and I'm sure the boys will like you!“
Candy didn't seem to notice but Juliet now went pale with anger, something that was still entirely lost on Candy.
„Like, you should totes get new boobies!“ At that point she pulled down her top slightly for Juliet (And, by extension, everyone else in the ice-café) to admire her huge, heavy baketball shaped implants, her big, permanently erect pink nipples and the prominent blue veins under her thin, tan skin. „Like, look at Sandy and Mandy. I bet you're, like, sooo jealous right now!“  She said with an encouraging smile. The colour of Juliets skin changed from white to almost green. For a moment she looked like she was going to scream until she silently turned around and left while Candy was putting her tits back into her top. „You know, tiger... your ex is, like, kind of a bitch. Fer sure.“

[AngelheadedHipster]

Third Chapter! It's not as long but it's the sexiest so far.  Just as a heads up, I would really appreciate your feedback. 

Chapter 3

The sun was setting in the way it only does on a hot summer evening when we were walking back home. Candy seemed didn't seem to take her encounter with Juliet to heart, no doubt using her brain cells (both of them) to think about  shopping, some hot new boyband or her favourite casting show again, dreamily and rather badly humming the tune of Iggy Azaelas „I'm so fancy“.“So,“ I started, trying to get a conversation going again, „do you still go to school?“.
“Oh, like, no I dropped out of high school 3 years ago!“ she giggled as if it was some sort of humourous anecdote. „How did that happen?“ I asked, curious but not exactly suprised by that information. She giggled again, much louder, as if the circumstances of how she got expelled from school were the funniest thing that ever happened to her. „They got, like, totally angry at me when I fingered myself in class one time.“ I needed a second to comprehend what she just told me.
„W-why did you do that?“ I asked by all means more shocked than I should have been at that point.
„Because, like, I forgot to bring a dildo? And I didn't, like, wanna use my pen and stuff.“
Somehow I got the feeling that the actual gist of the question didn't quite get through to her so I tried again:
„Sorry, Candy. What I mean is, why did you feel the need to, uh... pleasure yourself in class?“
Now the coin seemed to drop „Ohhhh... like, as I said, it was three years ago so I was like,“ She paused a moment to count on her fingers, „Sixteen.“ she concluded proudly. „And it was, like, the first day after I got my first pair of plastic titties.“ she recounted. „And they were, like, so awesome and, like rilly big. Much smaller than my new ones, though.“ she paused to give Sandy and Mandy a little squeeze. „But, like, I totally couldn't believe it! So, like, I obviously I played with them when I was in class. Ya know, like, squeezing them, poking them with my pencils, rubbing my nipples... it felt, like, soooo good! And everybody was watching all like „omg, look at Candy working those huge fake boobies!“ It made me tooootally horny. And I got, like, rilly wet? It was, like, my pussy was totally jealous that my new tits got all the attention and it was leaking all through my panties 'n over the chair and stuff. So, like, I pulled my panties down to play with my clit for a bit instead when Mrs. Winter yelled at me!“
I shook my head in false disbelief. „How inconsiderate of her!“ I replied, fairly convinced that Candy wouldn't be able to pick up on the sarcasm. I vaguely realized that if she wasn't hot, this story would be incredibly creepy.
„Aww, I knew you'd agree, tiger! I bet Mrs. Winter was just, like, jealous that everyone was paying attention to me and not her stupid boring history stuff, fer sure! School is for nerds anyway. Like, even Daddy said all that, like, ed-joo-kay-shun is wasted on me. Being a cheerleader was suuuper fun, though! Wanna see a photo?“
She showed me the photo on her phone. She hadn't changed significantly since then, her lips used to be considerably smaller, so were her breasts and instead of a pink streak a number of black streaks ran through her bleached blonde hair. She was, however, already taller than most girls her age.  „Now that I don't have to go to school no more I can, spend soooo much more time buying pretty clothes, getting my hair done... and hanging out with cute boys like you!“ she said, playfully running her hands through my hair. Her fingernails, like so many things about her, are best described with the words „huge“, „pink“ and „plastic.“

It was only minutes later when we got back to Candies house, the colour of the sky now a dark purple. Candy yawned and stretched, giving me another good view of her enormous assets. „Oh I'm, like, soooo tired! And my feet are killing me!“ She sighed. I wasn't surprised, looking at her shoes. I had no doubt that I couldn't even walk 10 meters in them. „Aww, but it was still, like, rilly fun, tiger! Come by the house again tomorrow! I'll have a little surprise for ya!“ I nodded eagerly. „Okay, then. I'd love to!“ It was a really... interesting evening with you, Candy.“ I was almost about to say goodbye to her when she asked me „Don'tcha want to kiss Candy goodbye?“, her big pink lips in a pout. I took that offer very enthusiastically pressing my lips against her huge, firm ones, my tongue meeting hers in a moment that seemed way too short. As our lips parted I was ready to say goodbye once more but again she interrupted me. „Aww now, tiger...“ she made a pause she drew out deliberately, „Don't you want to, like, kiss Sandy and  Mandy goodbye too?“ Before I could think of a more nuanced reply I blurted out „Oh god yes!“. Candy giggled „Yay! Sandy and Mandy are gonna like that, fer sure!“ She fumbled around with her pink tube top no doubt intentionally slowly to raise my anticipation which, at this might have already been as high as it ever was. Now, finally after what seemed like an eternity she pulled up the left side of her top, revealing  a perfectly round and perfectly tanned basketball sized breast that didn't even sag a millimeter. Even in relative darkness some of the thin blue veins under her skin were still clearly visible, so were her big brown and completely circular aerolae that framed  the gigantic erect pink nipples, likely implants in their own right, in the middle. „That's, like, Mandy. Say „bye-bye, Mandy“ tiger!“ It should surprise no one that my dick felt like it was about explode. Nonetheless I still managed to breathlessly cough out a „Bye-bye, Mandy“. Candy giggled, no doubt enjoying this herself. „Okay, like, now you can kiss her!“ And she didn't have to tell me that twice. I wrapped my lips around her nipple, her rock hard implant  hardly even giving in as my face was pressed against it and gave her nipple that almost filled my mouth alone a smooch. Candy let out a soft moan as I did. „Now Sandy!“ she said as I was done, she put Mandy back into her top and, once again painfully slowly, revealed her right breast. Apart from the pattern of her veins it was mostly identical. Before I pressed my lips against „Sandy“ aswell, my brainless blonde plastic beauty reminded me: „Say „Bye-Bye, Sandy!“ „B-bye-bye, S-sandy“ I stuttered in almost ecstatic arousal. „Sandy toootally love it when you use ya tongue!“ Candy told me with a giggle. I couldn't argue with that. Instead of just kissing her nipple as I did with her left breast I stuck out my tongue, playing with her big sensitive nipple in my mouth, as Candy now moaned rather loudly in enjoyment. „Aww, yeah, Sandy riiillly loves that!“ I almost accidently bit her as she pulled away. „Like, o-okay,“ she said as she put „Sandy“ back into her top, breathing heavily though not nearly as heavily as I did. „Sandy and Mandy, like, totally want to play with you again! Fer sure!“ she giggled. The feeling was mutual. „So, like, good night, and dream of me, tiger!“ my bimbo angel exclaimed as she she turned around and went inside.

[oschkosch]

Excellent stuff! More please

[solloxr]

+1

[Barbielover]

Hot, funny Story and great Writing!

Thx

[BimboDoctor]

I'm feelin this story man keep it up great work!

[AngelheadedHipster]

Thank you all. I appreciate it very much.

Chapter 4

A nagging voice in the back of my head told me that I should be ashamed of abandoning my ideal of an intelligent, refined women for a girl whose IQ just barely reached two digits. I decided that that voice resembled Juliets way too much to deserve my attention. After all, if you get the chance to date a chick who makes Lolo Ferrari look like Lolo VW Beetle it shouldn't matter if she thinks that having an interest in media means being able to give an accurate synopsis of every episode of Keepin Up With The Kardashians. This is what I told myself as I went to my second date with Candy which, looking at how the first one ended, I had very high expectations for.  Checking her Facebook account on my phone I looked at the photo of us at the ice café and discovered  with little surprise that she actually had an additional account for Sandy and Mandy („Age: 3 weeks“ as the profile informed me) whose last update was „omg getting kissies from  Matty!“. Cute. There was a large number of photos of Candies breasts in a variety of sexy outfits on that page though no topless one which I assumed Facebook didn't allow. I still sent a friends requests to it along with her main account before I put my phone back into my pocket as I walked up to Candies mansion. I've been excited to get into her house (Though not only her house) since I've first seen it. Second after I rang her doorbell the voice of my bimbo dreamgirl came through the speakers. „Heeeey, tiger! Like, close your eyes, I have surprise for ya!“  I did as she told me. First I heard the door open and Candy come out. Then she either pressed a pair of warm, slightly wet sausages against my left cheek or she had actually gotten her lips done and was giving me a big, wet kiss. „Okay, like, you can open them now!“ She told me and I did. As expected, she actually had her lips filled up considerably. Where they were unnaturally big before they now covered most of the area between her nose and her chin, swollen, big and bright pink, her upper lip slightly touching the bottom of her nose whenever she opened her mouth. She wore tight jeans, an even tighter white T-shirt saying „California Cutie“ in large pink letters on the front and no shoes. „I had, like, soooo much plastic pumped into them this morning! Don't ya, like, think that they're toootally hot?“ Part of me thought that I should probably find them grotesque but the truth was, I absolutely loved them and I told her accordingly which earned me another kiss of the huge pink plastic pillows on her face, this time on the other cheek. At this point both of my cheeks were almost completely covered in prints of Candies pink lipstick. „You're the best, tiger!“ exclaimed Candy cheerfully. „Come in, I totally got to, like, show ya my room! Fer sure!“. I followed her inside, her fathers mansion had a strongly mediterranean look to it with lots of white marble, large windows and a wide staircase in the middle of the lobby. Candies room seemed comparably like an assault on the senses. Not only was the air heavy with her sweet perfume, the walls were painted in bright pink and a bunch of posters, all portraying either the members of famous boybands or attractive young actors  decorated them. Two large shelves stood on the side of the room, one containing a large number of CDs, all of them terrible contemporary pop music, the other one containing DVDs, all of them terrible contemporary reality shows.  Her king sized bed was wrapped in pink Hello Kitty bedclothes and on the night stand next to it, as I noticed, trying not to stare, was a fairly big pink dildo.

„Oh,“ she giggled, „I just, like, played with that one before you came!“. I could tell quite easily, it was obviously still very wet. Before I could even pretend to be surprised she took the freshly used sex toy and wrapped her swollen plastic lips around it, licking it clean with an expression of pure happiness on her face. „Mmmm... my pussy juice is, like, suuuuper yummy!“ she purred, a drop of liquid hanging on her gigantic lips. To be honest I had no idea how to react to that, instead pretending to be interested in her make-up table. Candy seemed to think my interest was genuine as she explained „That's, like, my lipstick. And that's my eyeshadow. Oh and that's my nipple make-up!“
„Your... nipple make-up?“ I asked confused.
„Yeah, totally!“ she replied cheerily. „Like, Sandy and Mandy have to be pretty too. Here, I'll show you!“
She quickly took of her  shirt, revealing her two gorgeous silicone balloons and gave me her nipple make-up which, for all intents and purposes, looked exactly like a normal piece of red lipstick. She arched her back, almost pressing her tits into my face „Like, okay, put some on my nipples now, tiger!“ she ordered me. I admit, it was hard to keep a steady hand, having those enormous balls of plastic, a single one of them already noticeably bigger than my head, right in front of me but I did as Candy told me, rubbing some of the red stick all over her aerolae and nipples, realizing just how hard I wanted to fuck these tits. Her big, long nipples vaguely resembled small red chilli peppers after I was done with them and to be honest, I rather prefered their usual pink colour but Candy seemed quite happy with them. „Yaaaay!“ she exclaimed loudly, „Sandy and Mandy are, like, soooo pretty now!“ She softly and playfully slapped my face with her two hard and heavy fake boobs, giggling joyfully. She was massaging her breast (needing two hands for a single one) happily when she told me „Like, that's  why huuuge silicone titties are totally awesome! I have more space for make-up on one of them than other girls on their face!“ Before I could protest (Not that I would) she pulled down my pants revealing my, obviously, erect penis. „Now that Sandy and Mandy are all, like, prettied up they totally need a hard cock between them! Fer sure!“ She placed Sandy and Mandy around my dick, grinding them up and down enthusiastically. Feeling the hard, heavy plastic implants around my penis as they didn't even slightly change their shape was the most amazing feeling I ever felt. My penis completely disappeared between her enormous spherical breasts as she moaned softly. I didn't even last five minutes before I had the most intense orgasm of my life, ejaculating als over her gigantic fakeboobs. As she wiped off my semen with her hands, licking her fingers and putting them between her new, puffed up lips for it she said „That was fun, tiger! We need to do that more often!“ Needless to say, I fully agreed with that.

[oschkosch]

Please continue

[johnd]

Really love how you're writing Candy. What a great bimbo! Could never tell English wasn't your first language.

One suggestion though would be to break up the paragraphs every few sentences, it's hard to read the long lines of text without getting lost!

[oschkosch]

I really hope you write more soon!

[AngelheadedHipster]

I really hope you write more soon!

Don't worry, I have most of the the next one or two chapters planned out pretty well. But my personal life is keeping me a bit busy at the moment. I hope to be able to post the next chapter somewhere along this week.

I'm very happy to see that someone is looking forward to it.

[AngelheadedHipster]

I have a treat for y'all. 

Chapter 4

If there was such a thing as a downside to dating Candy it was that her taste in entertainment, as previously established, wasn't exactly distinguished. Watching hours of Reality TV („Like, I tried watching cartoons once but they were, like suuuuper complicated? I couldn't follow them, like, at all!“) would have been a rather agonizing experience if it didn't mean I got to spend more time with her. And if it didn't meant that Candy, certainly by coincidence rather than by calculation, came to me with an idea while we were cuddling on her couch, watching a casting show, I couldn't remember which one, they all sorta blurred together in my head.
„You know what, tiger? Like, I sooo want to be a singer too!“

She looked at me with the expression of a little girl who had just told her parents what she wants for christmas, her huge pink  rubber boat shaped lips slightly agap. „Well, hun...“ I started, very well aware that I might as well not even bother asking, „Can you, you know, sing?“ Candy smiled with the kind of confidence that can only come from complete ignorance: „Fer sure!“, stood up and began to sing loudly, badly and without any discernable tune:

I got  plastic boobies!
Yeah Yeah
Like,
huge plaaaastic booobieees!
Yay Yay
Don'tcha want to,
like,
 touch my
huuuuuge plastic boobies!

She sang, sounding not unlike a cat in heat and leaving me with no other thought than „Still better than Miley Cyrus, I guess.“ 
„Like, I totally came up with that song myself!“ she told me proudly. That confirmed my suspicions. She couldn't sing, couldn't compose, couldn't play an instrument or read notes (I didn't actually inquire about the last two but I could make an educated guess.) she could, however, shake her body, especially the two parts she just sang about, very appealingly. And, after all, when it comes to pop music actual skill was always more of an afterthought. If Rebecca Black could produce a viral music video then so could Candy.

„You know what, Candy? If you can tell your Daddy to pay for a professional music video then maybe I can, uh... expand your song and make you a famous singer. How about it?“ My brainless blonde bimbo bombshell beamed as brightly as her beautifully botoxed face allowed her to. „Yaaaay! I'm gonna be, like, a superstar, like Paris Hilton! And then I 'm gonna be totally, like, on TV when I show everyone my titties or my pussy!“. She giggled in anticipation and pressed her gigantic, pink fish lips against mine, making me feel like she was trying to swallow my whole face, before she let off and took them somewhat further down, wrapping them around my hard dick, eager to milk it for the last drop while her two hard, round globes of silicone pressed  slightly against my legs.

Music was always a hobby of mine, writing songs and performing them on my guitar. Sometimes I put them online where I was usually dismissed as „another scruffy guy with an acoustic guitar.“ I suspected, though, that Candy might fare a bit better.. Her father got hold of a fairly professional recording studio that might be able to use enough autotune to make Candies singing bearable and the revisions I made to her „song“ (In other words, pretty much rewriting it from the ground up.) together with the choreography for the video I came up with would be sure to have some mass appeal. This is why I couldn't help but be proud of the finished product (Released, as Candies father demanded, under a pseudonym, „Silicone Kitty“) as I watched it together with Candy a few weeks later.

The video started out  outside an old castle (obviously a model) during a thunderstorm, meant to remind people of the classic set of a Frankenstein movie. As it cut to the inside of the building the background music started playing and a man dressed as a surgeon, the videos Doctor Frankenstein analogue, stood in front of a slab covered with white cloth outlining a humaoid figure with two round, one might say suspiciously basketball-like shapes around the chest area. As he pulled the cloth away, going for the old „It's alive!“ routine he revealed Candy of course, dressed in nothing but a  loincloth and a leather bra that might have hid the breasts of a normal woman but only managed to barely cover her nipples as she began to not quite sing, not quite speak and not quite rap:

„Oh em gee I'm fake  from head to toe
and now you're gonna see my sexy plastic show!
I got fillers in my lips and botox in my face
You've got fat up your tits I got implants in its place!
I'm so plastic, how 'bout you?
I know you wish you were plastic too!
Don't just  watch me shake my hips
Come on kiss my plastic lips!

Candy now stood on the slab as if it was a catwalk, even the light in the laboratory now invoking the atmosphere of a stripclub, shaking her absurd plastic body to the music, her humongous tits bouncing and threatening to escape the tiny leather bra that they were tightly pressed into, the flesh or, rather, the silicone spilling over it on all sides. The camera obviously loved her body as it lovingly filmed it from all directions, her honey coloured skin glistening as if it was oiled up and her fat pink lips badly lipsynching the vocals as the chorus kicked in to a tune that, as an attentive listener might notice, resembled both that of Nirvanas „Smells Like Teen Spirit“ and that of „Gangnam Style“

I'm so plastic!
It's fantastic!
Come on and touch it
I know you'll love it
And so will I
Oh come on by
I'm waiting for you-u-u-u-u

She gave the camera a wink, no doubt sending millions of teenage boys all over the world into puberty. As the video cut to a different setting, now a beach at sunset. Candies clothes somehow got even skimpier, instead of an actual bra she was now wearing a kind of bikini top with two pieces of thin white fabric, barely bigger than stamps, covering her nipples that, big and hard, were still obviously poking through it as she was splashing herself with sea water and singing the second verse:

Watch my pumped up body
plastic and saline
yeah watch my pumped up body
I'm the plastic queen!
Stare, ladies, I know it makes you mad
To know that my boobies are bigger than your head!
Now sit back and watch me kids,
I love to touch my plastic tits!

The camera zoomed at Sandy and Mandy and an instrumental section set in as Candy put her hands on her underboobs, moving her heavy plastic knockers as much as the as the thinly stretched skin and their sheer weight allowed to the rythm of the music, glistening wet from the sea water she spilled all over her body. This went on for about 30 second until, as a bridge between the instrumental and the chorus Candies „original version“ of the song set in:

I got  plastic boobies!
Yeah Yeah
Like,
huge plaaaastic booobieees!
Yay Yay
Don'tcha want to,
like,
 touch my
huuuuuge plastic boobies!

What can I say? She insisted on keeping it. The chorus repeated until the camera cut away once again, changing the setting once more to a stage suggesting an open air concert. Candy was now completely topless, covering her nipples only with her hands but dancing wildly as the last verse set in:

Being plastic is so great
Being plastic is so hot
Baby I ain't lying
I'm shaking what I've got
I've got plastic lips to kiss
And plastic tits to squeeze
Being plastic's, like, the best
You can judge me,
you can hate me
But, honey, you can kiss my plastic ass!

The video concluded and I leaned back proudly as it faded out. „Did you like it?“ I asked as I looked at Candy who, I only now noticed, all throughout the video was furiously fingering herself next to me, her long legs spread far apart and her pussy dripping a growing puddle of fluids on the floor. „Oh, yeah, it was, like sooooo hot!“ she moaned in excitement as, with her orgasm, another huge gush of liquid came on the floor. She only then noticed that I was staring at her pussy lips. „Oh,“ she giggled, „Did ya think I had, like, only the lips in my face pumped up?“

[Barbielover]

Love the idea, great 'Lyrics'. Shouldn't take too long for some 'real artist' in this f****d up Music Biz to release something similar...


Thanks,
bl.