Jon heard Mikey muttering, and the doll he was looking at seemed to... smile at him. He felt something hard against his leg, and saw that Sally's doll was now anatomically correct. A strange feeling washed over him, and he could barely control himself.
Jon jumped on top of the doll, sliding it inside him and pumping up and down on its plastic cock. It just sat there, as a doll might. He barely noticed a plastic hand on his ass, frenzied as he was to milk the doll for all it was worth. His tits, his beautiful tits, were bouncing up and down as he rode it, and his long brown hair was getting in his face. He spread kisses over the doll's face, leaving cherry red lipstick on it but not caring, overwhelmed by all the different feelings.
A look at the mirror in the dollhouse bedroom showed a buxom and curvy woman with wavy, shiny brown hair and bright red cocksucker lips bucking on an inanimate object. Some part of him knew it was wrong, but he didn't care. He was beautiful, and so horny, and... he came. The doll was still as ever as he screamed in ecstasy, finally spent, and fell asleep with a plastic cock inside him.
