It's been two days since my last post. I haven't moved the dolls from the bed in all that time. At night, I curl myself around them and I tuck my head into my pillow and sleep with a weightlessness I've not felt in a long time. In the morning I'll wake and they'll still be there, exactly where I left them. If it's true that one of them does not like me, she does very well to put up with my constant presence of a night. I wonder how they do it... the hours of complete stillness. Although, that's nothing upon the question of how they have motion at all!My mood has really picked up since the events of the other day, this morning I even rode my bicycle down to the local flea markets where I made an amazing find. I was flicking through old records in big dusty boxes and trying to decide between a box of macaroons or cupcakes at the bake stall when I found them. In a box of old toys I found the headless torso of an old Barbie doll behold, she was wearing the turquoise turtleneck and glasses hadn't seen since I was 13 years old. I couldn't believe my eyes and I laughed with pure adulation when I saw it. I desperately rummaged through the rest of the box looking for the head and glasses. I rummaged through the box once to no avail, then I went through it again more carefully. Nothing. The vendor had approached me by this stage to see if I needed any help. I ignored him and tipped the box onto the table, it's contents splayed out in front of me. I filed my way through the Slinky's and YoYo's and toy guys but there was no brunette Barbie doll head with those long lost glasses. I healed the turtleneck tightly between my fingers and looked eagerly at the toys in front of me. For some reason, pure desperation I guess, I turned over a G.I Joe that was face-down on the table. Upon his face, bent and misshapen to fit his meaty head, was a pair of elegant, round, black-framed glasses."I'll take this one." I mumbled to the vendor. Avoiding eye-contact, I extended the action figure out to him in one hand and fumbled in my pocket for change with the other. Once he'd taken my money I took off at a hurried pace through the crowds and back to my bicycle. I rode home faster than I'd ever ridden before.At home, I couldn't wait to show the dolls what I had found. I threw open the bedroom door and picked up the brunette, spinning her around in a circle before reaching into my back pocket and pulling out the little turtleneck. I used an elastic band to tie her hair into a pony tail and slipped the tiny garment over her head. It fit perfectly. Then I carefully took the glasses and placed them on her face. They fell immediately and it took several attempts at fitting and bending and fitting again before I had them straight and sitting well on her nose. I smiled and I thought I saw her smile back at me. I sat for a while in my room, smugly looking at the girls and thinking about how amazing I was for my accomplishments of the day. Sooner or later though, a guys got to do what a guys got to do - and the last time I'd came was on Barbie four days ago. It's uncommon for me to go so long, usually I'm an every night kind of guy.I slipped away from the girls and into my office to boot up my computer, I was a few minutes into watching my first porn scene of the night when I realised I'd left the tissue box in my bedroom (always plan ahead). I live alone so I had no second thought about strolling down the hallway in my boxers, my manhood proudly poking out the opening while I scuttled back to retrieve the tissue paper.I slipped into the room, grabbed a couple of sheets and was halfway out the door when I heard a voice call out."wait..."I nearly jumped through the roof when I heard the voice. I dropped the tissues and was hesitant to even turn around. Eventually I calmed nerves and turned back into the room. Immediately my heart began to pound out my chest again, my vision began to blur with every rush of blood which shot through my beings. There were the dolls, all sitting as normal, except their heads were turned and their expressions changed. Some had a look of shock, others anger. They were all looking at the brunette, she had a look of shock too and her hand was raised to cover her mouth. I walked back and kneeled before the bed."What is it?" I said excitedly.Again, silence... None moved. I picked up the brunette and I walked her out of the room and back to my office. I thought that maybe with the others out of the room she'd be more inclined to open up. I set her down on my desk and waited patiently for 10 minutes. Eventually I through my head back, closed my eyes and sighed into the empty room."Than you." a nervous voice spoke to me.My eyes shot open and I looked down at my desk top. She was kneeling now, looking up at me through her thick spectacles. Her small hand was patting down a crease in her jumper."It's lovely. Thank you.""You're welcome." I didn't know what else to say.There was a long silence at this point, I had so desperately wanted them to speak to me. Now that it was happening, I had no idea what to say to her. I couldn't help but notice that she was different in her animated form. Her painted on eyes were now equipped with working eyelids and eyelashes. Her mouth opened and inside I could see a row of perfectly straight teeth and a small curling tongue. Her skin was still plastic, but it seemed softer."How is this happening?" I asked."I've never done this before. Speaking to you I mean. This is scary sitting here on the desk. Can I go to my usual place? I'd feel better there." She pointed down to my crotch.At this point I flushed red, thinking of all the times I'd taken her out of that box, not speaking a single word and rubbing her plastic body along the length of my shaft. I felt ashamed, but at that moment I came to a profound realisation. These dolls had only ever lived one life. The only attention they had ever gotten from me was sexual. They knew no different and I'd conditioned them to be more comfortable being cum on than being spoken to. I swallowed my anxiety and picked her up. This time she helped herself into my hand. Her small hands holding on to my finger and pulling herself into my palm as her slender legs swung gently down towards the floor. I took her and moved her to my thigh. She helped herself down onto my boxers and quickly crawled over to my now flaccid cock - cuddling it like it was a long lost friend. Her hands and arms were soft, but not like skin. She was still cool to the touch despite the fleshy exterior she now exhibited.She slid her hands under the head of my cock and pulled it in towards her. Instantly it started growing in her arms and she had to use both arms to surround it."I've always wanted to help you know?""How long have you been alive?""At first we weren't sure how it happened. It wasn't until Brookie turned up that we knew for sure.""Who is Brookie?""Oh. She's the youngest of us. She's just a young woman, not like the rest of us."I'd never through to give them names. I guess it was lucky I hadn't because they already seemed to have names for themselves."What's your name?""I'm Lilly-Belle." She looked up and smiled a beautifully embarrassed smile.She flushed at the thought of talking and yet all the while she fondled and caressed my cock like it was an everyday occurrence... I guess to her it was.By this stage I'd stopped thinking with my mind and started thinking with my balls. I had more questions, but they could wait. I sat back and enjoyed the feeling of her tiny body writhing against me. I reached down with two fingers and gently slid off her jumper. Underneath her skin was pasty white and perfectly shaped. Her breasts were large and slightly firm. I imagine they felt a bit like fake breasts. She was plastic after all.Her cleavage was a perfect shape, it cupped the shaft of my cock just right. It took all my willpower not to take her in my hand and thrust myself against her like I usually did. I sat back and watched as she rubbed her body and face against me, revelling in the glossy precum that was now beginning to cover her. She turned around my cock until she was facing away from me. I reached down with my fingers and gently spread her ass cheeks. There was a tiny little asshole in there."What's that!" She exclaimed."I, uh, sorry!"It was at this point I realised she was pointing to my computer screen. I forgot that I had porn on pause still open in a window. The still frame was of a starlet riding cowgirl. She was rubbing her clit with on hand and her co-stars massive cock was halfway slid into her pink pussy lips.Lilly tilted her head curiously before bending herself in half to inspect between her own legs. She gently parted her pussy lips with her fingers, then looked at my cock, then back to her pussy.Her slit seemed to be in proportion to her body. There was no way I was ever going to fit in there. My pinkie finger would be like a 12 inch black monster to her."We can't do that. Can we?" she sounded disappointed."No Lilly-Belle. I don't think so. But I do have an idea."I picked her up and laid her flat on her back on the desk. I stood at the edge of the desk and pressed my hard cock down into her body. She wrapped her arms and legs around it and I began to gently slide it in and out of her grasp. It felt amazing to have this moving body work for my pleasure. It was a feeling is never had before.We slowly picked up speed and it wasn't long before I had her in my hand, basically using her to masturbate. I squeezed her tight around me using my thumb and palm and I flicked her rapidly up and down with my wrist until my cock swelled and a thick load of cum shot out onto her face and chest.It had been a while since the last time I came. So the thick stream covered her face completely and knocked the glasses right off her nose. She shrieked with excitement and pleasure. A shriek that was cut short by the thick wad engulfing her mouth. I ran my finger across her mouth and she licked her lips clean."This is what gives us life. Your seed is what made us animate." She spoke between mouthfuls of my enormous load, which she was scooping from her face and neck into her mouth. She continued to scoop and gulp and rub until it had all but absorbed into her skin or been send sliding down her throat.There is more to what happened tonight, but it's late and I must tend to the girls. Perhaps I'll let you in on the rest of the night tomorrow.