#silicone barbie

[the-art-of-the-brian]

"Mary Magdalene"

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#effyourbodystandards #sizeacceptanceart #thicksexyart #bimbofication #barbiedoll #bimbobarbie #bimbobarbiedolls

[batbitestoys]

Oops! All Pink! 💕💕

These softies will be in our drop this coming Friday 8/4 at 8pm eastern time!

[bimbo-dolls-fp]

Fuck me!

[cipapro]

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[precious-little-scoundrel]

i hope u know u have destroyed me w ur description of major cleven back there and i expect every detail of major egan’s as well now

P.S CLEVEN SO IS A SPLUTTER

Long love our gushing little eager sprinkler Cleven!

Now, on to Major John Egan who will definitely blush up to his ears regarding what I shall relay over the covers of this our sleepover, but who will nonetheless be tuned in with unabashed curiosity to hear what we make of him and to catch -he dearly hopes- some word of admiration and applause for his pleasing proportions…

Cock-versations: John “Bucky” Egan edition

nsfw (AF!) under the cut:

So we’ve talked about Gale Cleven and his ken doll perfect silicon-esque, beauty pageant pretty cock, how it’s shaped and sized as if to be a dildo, as immaculate as that face he possesses, feels a little otherworldly to be even dealing with it kinda cock.

But Bucky? Oh that’s no cherub for you, that’s a salt of the earth man.

Where Gale Cleven’s appendage could get passed up in a line up of fakes as another perfect fake, there’s something to be said about a cock so singular, rugged and wonderfully human there’s no doubting it’s a genuine -if utterly shocking- article.

If Gale Cleven is a renaissance pillar, John Egan is a gnarled oak tree.

Hear me out:

For one: The sheer size. Tree-worthy, a mighty oak, a stalwart redwood, a hardened maple. But also, a tad bent, and curving up, partly because all that length must go somewhere. And oh -trust me, there’s length. But there’s also girth. But here’s what’s funny, my sweets, length and girth as we have said but were you to lay this cock next to say, bratwurst or the average petite pubic bone, you might be a little shocked by just how large it is. Because when seen in the wild, seen at liberty, attached to the man himself, it appears deceivingly moderate.

It’s the opposite of Cleven’s slim hips and jutting pillar illusion. Instead, with Bucky you’ve got mighty thighs and a huge torso and broad shoulders that could carry the globe. You would be forgiven for thinking he’s nicely equipped while not rightfully proportioning it to you, to the rest of us mortals.

Taken alone or…into oneself, you suddenly realize you’re riding a telephone pole and…now we are back to the tree imagery again. Huge, bent a bit, a tendency to grow and throb the harder he gets, but most of all -we all know and love that very special vein running along the underside of a dick. But for Egan? That whole vein is an extra ridge, like a three leaf clover cock sorta thing: if you’ve seen one you never forget it, and when I tell you it rubs your stretched little rim to madness with it’s extra ridge, I’m not using hyperbole.

Closing thoughts: less of a bright Barbie pink tip like Cleven’s and more of a constant pretty multi shade of purples, all along, sack and all. shockingly huge balls to go with it, even deeper plummy shade for these. perhaps the hottest and warmest cum blast you’ve ever felt, those swimmers have been sheltered and simmered in between those thighs waiting just for you, after all.

[eternalsa2z]

GGLAM: Krystal

"Hiiiii Krissy! Welcome to GGLAM!"

Kristie had been going to "GGLAM By Polly" for a few weeks. Normally a high end salon wouldn't be her thing. But after "Paula's Cuts" shut down and was replaced by this Barbie-like boutique, her choices were limited. Of course, it also helped the the bubbly and beautiful Polly 'grandmothered' in all of Paula's old clients, offering the old prices for whatever their old styling used to be.

Of course, Polly was always pushing for this or that. Telling her client that she'd look cute with extensions. How she should totally go blonde. That thick and curvy waves with a full body were sooooo in right now. Kristie would always decline the over-enthusiastic bimbo, who to her credit would always drop the subject and do something simple. Kristie did appreciate that her stylist always listened and obeyed her...or maybe the ditz just forgot she offered a total makeover just a few minutes before.

"You're hair is soooo soft and shiny and pretty! Do you trust me?"

Honestly, she did. Polly was exciteable but never did anything Kristie didn't want. So whether it was the stylist's adorable eagerness, the endless happy salon music, or an inner curiosity wearing her down, she relented and consented.

With a squeal of excitement, Polly got to work. Blowing. Teasing. Fluffing. It felt like forever and Kristie almost dozed off as the bubbly beautician tried something new and exciting. When the makeover artist's long acrylic nails tapped on her shoulder, Kristie stared at the mirror in a daze.

"You're such a good girl letting me give your hair a makeover! Do you like it?" Polly asked hopefully.

Kristie nodded. It was...pretty. Sexy almost, but not too over the top. She liked it. Somehow, for some reason, she wished Polly had gone further.

"OMG your face is flawless! You're, like, a literal Barbie!"

Kristie blushed, even if her face didn't show it under all that foundation. Polly's compliments were what convinced her to do more this time. Sure, her hair was kept simple, just washed in a special silicone enriching bath that Polly kept gushing about. But this was the first time Kristie had agreed to pay for the 'Pretty Girl Package'.

The results were stunning. The pink lipstick, the pink top, the little sparkly earrings all made her mind sparkle. She couldn't help but giggle with giddiness alongside her stylist, especially after Polly told her that the package meant she could take all the products home for free.

"Look at you Krissy! Ur, like, a living advertisement for GGLAM! An adorable doll on display!"

As Kristie posed, she processed the words. Her new blonder and curlier hair. Even her somehow curvier form that fit that new dress juuuuuuust right. For a moment she tried to think about it, whether the change was too much. But Polly played that catchy little jingle from the salon as she snapped some photos and Krissy forgot what she was worried about.

There was nothing to worry about! All she had to do was let Polly make her pretty. Wear the cute clothes. Be a GGLAM model. It was soooo easy and soooo nice to let someone doll her up and dress her so sexy. It's like Polly was always saying - Good Girls Love A Makeover!

"Yesssss Krissy! Look at my little blonde angel! You're shining like a diamond...or like, a Krystal!"

Krissy felt amazing. After weeks of makeovers, special supplements, enriching hair treatments she finally went blonde. 'Bimbo blonde' as Polly called it. They left a bit of Krissy's dark roots as a reminder of her old self...but, like, Krissy could barely remember what she looked like before she started working with Polly.

But Krissy didn't worry. Or think. She just did what she was told. Sat obediently in the chair. Gave a smile for the camera. Did a little twirl on command. Polly knew best. Krissy trusted Polly. Krissy would be GGLAM's good girl model.

"Krystal you've been, like, an uh-may-zing client! I've sooooo loved helping you become the super pink girly girl bimbo you told me you were on the inside!"

Krystal just posed and pouted prettily. She, like, didn't 'member telling Polly that she wanted to be a bimbo. Or even looking like such a girly girl before. But, like, Polly must've known. She always knew what was best!

Now Krystal looked her best. She was a bit sad Polly said that after her latest pink makeover her 'Good Girl Package' was done. But quickly happiness took over as her cotton candy pink brain saw her candy pink new hair and yummy new body. As pink and pretty on the outside as she was on the outside, with a hawt new bod to match her mind.

"Hiiiii this is GGLAM by Polly, 'cuz Good Girls Love A Makeover! I'm Krystal...how can I, like, help make you beautiful?"

She stared blankly at the mirror, absent-mindedly brushing her hair and admiring her makeup. Her simple little mind couldn't memorize much beyond that silly short intro line, but luckily Polly had a 'lil repetitive tape that helped drill the greeting into her head. GGLAM's new reception needed to make a good first impression!

After month going to GGLAM, Krystal always made a good first impression. Especially after Polly plumped up her lips even more. It was sooooo worth it quitting her old job. Not only did she, like, get to hang out at the salon allllll day, but Polly gave her comp...complimen...like, free makeovers for working there! It was totes the best deal ever!

She was a total GGLAM girl now. But as she talked the next client...she hoped she wouldn't be the last. Good girls love a makeover...and bimbos need besties...

[octuscle]

Ao odd problem... I'm attending my cousin's wedding today... he used to be cool, but now he's become a dumb meat head. His girlfriend isn't too bright either. Any thoughts on ways to help him? I dunno... maybe it's just me. The rest of the family seems to love him.

And now your cousin asks you in all seriousness at the last second if you would like to be his best man… Your beefcake cousin. And his silicone Barbie. And in a fit of mental derangement you even agree.

The visit to the tailor was hell. Seeing your cousin at the last fitting was embarrassing. The bulge in his Calvin Klein briefs was huge. And the tailor had already done nothing but whine about how much fabric he would need when measuring his chest, biceps and thighs. Before it's your turn to make the final adjustments, you go to lunch. You order four chicken breasts with rice. Your cousin fistbumps you and orders the same. It takes you fifteen minutes to gobble it all down and wash it down with a gallon of protein shake. On the way back to the tailor, you have a burping contest. You let your cousin win. He is the groom, after all. And you're the best man.

Fuck, as the tailor fiddles with your thighs, you get a boner. A huge one. You imagine your cousin's Barbie giving you a blowjob. Or even better, your cousin himself. Without eye contact. No homo! You know you'll look great in that suit. You two will be standing at the altar as if you were the bride's security. Can you be best man with sunglasses? Hehehe, never mind. What do you know? You and your bruh know about iron lifting, about engines and how to tune them. That's all a man needs to know.

After the tailor, it's off to the gym. You have to cool down before the wedding. Your cousin asks you if you can give him a blowjob right away. You smile at him and say that this is part of your duties as best man. And you drive the car to the next parking lot… Fuck, you hope Barbie knows how lucky she is!

Best best men can be found @maxx-magnum

[maleficentmrsofallevil]

I gotta talk about this doll

yeah, I know I'll be working on this presentation until midnight and regret it later

Where was this doll when I was a newbie collector who wanted an affordable mature tiny BJD? Serious jealousy for newbies RN.

UF Doll 1/6 scale mature tiny bunny girl. She's plastic - I know, I had to tap on it with my fingernails to make sure. She is adorable. She was $40 on AliExpress, and she is the PERFECT starter BJD for anyone making the leap from, say, Barbie.

Doll nudes.

Is she double-jointed? Yup.

Are those mobility thigh joints? Also yes.

Is she strung? Yes - and she comes with optional "glove" hands, boots, and extra s-hooks:

She has inset eyes (can probably spot the extra eye putty I missed until after I was done taking pics) and TWO sets of eyes:

I put the blue ones on her.

The outfit is adorable and excellent quality. She has a painted face-up and a silicone kip under the s-hook in her neck. I am stunned. This is a fabulous doll.

And now I get to go work for another 5 hours (sigh...)

[dolljunk]

One of the things I rarely mention is how Frankenstein: The Modern Prometheus by Mary Shelley was one of my influential novels when I was younger, and I rarely felt a need to bring it up. But with the Skullectors Frankenstein set, I've wanted to build upon Frankie Stein's family.

In the novels, Victor Frankenstein has a pretty intense and sincere friendship with a character named Henry Clerval. After finishing my Sparky custom, I wanted to do my Monster High style custom.

I thought it would be a pretty funny deep cut if I used the Skullector Frankenstein sculpt for Henry as I felt the relationship between Henry and Victor had a lot of subtext behind it. The idea that Victor's creation resembled one of his closest friends was a fun detail, at least to me.

I made a silicon mould of Frankenstein's head and cast it in resin, then hollowed out the neck and shoved a Barbie neck inside to work on the Ever After High body. I sculpted his hair in Australia; it was the last I saw of him until my collection came to the UK.

Since Sparky's design was a lot more cool and neon yellow-toned, I wanted Henry to be in warm and natural tones to contrast their personalities.

I really love the Frankenstein sculpt, and being able to transform it into something new makes me really proud.

By the way, I post my in progress paint pictures up on my Patreon, and have over a year's worth of repaints up on my Patreon

[moonchild-in-blue]

If there's an obvious one that I haven't added, is because I did not have them as a kid. Don't you dare and doll-shame me.

[secondsundering]

what you do to me

short and sweet, ~760 words of sad masturbation and t4t yearning.

durge/durge with a hint of durgetash, modern au, explicit

Caladium has no shame.

It’s what his boyfriend tells him, it’s what his sister tells him, it’s what he tells himself. He has the public indecency charge to prove it.

He gave up on shame a lifetime ago, when he was still only a scared little girl, when being ashamed got him nothing and nowhere. He wears his heart on his sleeve now, no matter how bruised or bleeding or broken it is. After all, nobody listens to scared little girls.

There is one thing, though. One thing that seeps that dreaded shame into his veins like slow poison.

Jinx.

Jinx, and the way he thinks of him. Jinx, and the way he dreams of him. Jinx, and the way he wants him.

Caladium has a boyfriend. He isn’t supposed to want other people.

It doesn’t matter that his boyfriend isn’t very nice to him, or that he doesn’t touch him the way he likes. He’s hardly the first one like this, and he won’t be the last; Caladium has a habit of picking up those kinds of men. Other kinds of men aren’t interested in him, anyway. Least of all men like Jinx.

Jinx is sweet and soft spoken in a way that rounds out all of Caladium's harsh edges. He’s compelling, strangely but effortlessly so– a far cry from Caladium’s desperate shouts for attention. Worst of all, he has a gorgeous goth girlfriend. One who makes Caladium look like an off-brand Barbie doll.

Men like Jinx aren’t interested in men like him, but he can’t stop thinking about Jinx anyway.

He looks down at the object in his hand and nearly throws it across the room. Again. He has only just unboxed it, after letting it sit in its packaging for over a week. It was a stupid thing to buy, even with the excuse of adding it to his collection.

It was a stupid thing to buy because he was thinking of Jinx when he bought it.

It is a silicone vulva, meant for grinding his own against. It is pink and shimmery like so many of his other toys, but under the candy colors and micro glitters it looks exactly the way he imagines Jinx’s does. The outer lips are ample, and the swell of the clit is larger than his own.

He has been staring at it for the better part of an hour. He thinks if he stares for long enough the fantasies that it brings might go away.

After scowling at it for a good fifteen more minutes, he admits defeat and makes himself comfortable. Something about it is embarrassing, something about it is shameful, because he’s already thinking about Jinx and it’s only going to get worse when he starts using it. It almost feels like Jinx’s bright blue eyes are watching him.

The thought goes straight to his cunt.

He grips the toy in his palm and brings it between his legs, rocking his hips into it. After some consideration, he douses it with lube before repeating the motion. It feels like a mistake– the slickness only serves to further the illusion that Jinx is slotted up against him. It feels like a mistake, but it also feels so good that he bucks his hips again and again and again and lets his imagination overtake him.

Jinx on top of him. Jinx’s mouth on him. Jinx fucking him hard and deep while whispering his praises. Jinx below him.

He sits up on his knees and grinds against the toy that way, picturing himself straddling Jinx’s thighs. Picturing Jinx’s cheeks flushed pink and his lips parted in pleasure. He thinks if he could hear Jinx moan, just once, he would never want for anything ever again.

He cums hard onto the toy. His pace doesn’t falter; he’s too caught up in the fantasy to consider stopping now. Jinx’s tight, wet hole, Jinx’s soft, warm lips.

"Jinxy, Jinxy, Jinxy,” he babbles, the overly affectionate nickname escaping in his haze. He wants Jinx so badly that it aches, in his head, in his heart, in his cunt.

As his second orgasm mounts, so does his guilt. He cums again with a choked sob. He feels filthy beyond the mess he’s made of himself, something deep and dirty in the pit of his soul.

Next to him, he feels his phone buzz. He glances at the screen.

“Hey, sweetheart. You busy?”

A text from his boyfriend. He ignores it and rolls out of bed. He needs a shower.

Maybe it will wash away the shame.

[barbielore]

For those who are unaware, October is breast cancer awareness month. I do not honestly imagine that many of you are unaware, as there are in fact substantial controversies around what has been termed "pinkwashing" i.e. companies using support of breast cancer charities to advertise their brand while meanwhile doing very little to support the cause and/or promote products which may actively contribute to increased risk of cancer. One of the most prominent charities, the Susan G Komen Breast Cancer Foundation, has been followed by controversies related to their allocation of research funding, their decision to pull support from Planned Parenthood, the considerable CEO pay, and their litigiousness around other charities using the phrase "for the cure".

Mattel have in fact collaborated with the Susan G Komen Breast Cancer foundation, with 2006's Pink Ribbon Barbie. Suitably, she was a Pink Label release, a collectors edition doll for ages 6+.

Barbie has a particular history that ties in with this subject matter; quite apart from the fact that the doll herself seems like a natural tie-in given her associations with the colour pink, feminity and, well, large breasts, the creator of Barbie, Ruth Handler, was herself diagnosed with breast cancer in 1970.

As a part of her treatment, Handler had a mastectomy. At the time, there were very few options available to women who had undergone mastectomies and wished to look like their pre-surgery selves. As a result, Handler collaborated with a prosthetics designer to develop liquid silicone prosthetics that could be worn by women who had undergone mastectomies. These hit the market in 1976.

As a result, Handler's obituary quotes her as saying that she lived her life "from breast to breast".

Just to cap this off, please do be aware of the risks and signs of breast cancer. Breast cancer can affect people regardless of their assigned sex at birth, potentially including those who have had top surgery depending on what kind of tissue remains post-surgery.

[drgstrcowboi]

random modern outsiders hcs pt. 2

it’s just too funny not to imagine what they’d be like today.

Darry

reluctantly took the whole gang to Barbenheimer and unconvincingly pretended to hate every second of it

listens to NPR religiously on his way to work and secretly carries his lunch in a New Yorker tote turned inside out so he doesn’t seem like a sissy

thinks it would be prudent to put solar panels on the house to save money on the electric bill

Sodapop

still uses BeReal and obnoxiously stages the photos every single time

uses crest whitening strips way more than 9 out 10 dentists recommend

got into online sports betting because of Steve and actually wins a surprising amount of money doing it

Ponyboy

it was his idea to go to Barbenheimer and he tried unconvincingly to seem more interested in Oppenheimer but fell asleep 30 minutes in

has a very aesthetic desk that harkens back to the peak of studyblr complete with one of these cute little silicone duck lamps and stabillo highlighter sets

listens to the 1975 and is internally conflicted about liking the music bc of matty healy’s politics

Steve

still uses reddit and is actually excited about twitter rebranding to x

has one of those basic white boy pine tree tattoos on his forearm but it kinda looks good on him

collects air jordans and never wears any of them ever

Two-Bit

loves theo von and listens to his podcast after discovering him on TikTok

goes to open mic nights and tries stand-up comedy in hopes of going viral but never prepares his material in advance

has the absolute most chaotic notes app you’ve ever seen in your whole life and he reads from it at open mic and one time accidentally started reciting his grocery list

Johnny

planted the idea of Barbenheimer in Pony’s head bc he talked incessantly about the Barbie movie for weeks

has been contemplating a septum piercing for a few years and even got Dallas to take him to the tattoo parlor to get it done only to chicken out at the last minute

keeps his white Air Force Ones absolutely pristine with a magic eraser and walks funny to keep from creasing them

Dallas

is blocked by most US senators on Twitter for cyberbullying them with poorly edited memes riddled with spelling errors

actually enjoyed the Barbie movie more than Oppenheimer and tries convincingly to make it seem the other way around

watched Dahmer on Netflix with Pony and Johnny and got really grossed out by every single episode