Lily Lovebraids [Poppy playtime]

The salty sea breeze would have been a lot more relaxing if you weren't currently tied to a beach chair with neon-purple yarn. You blinked against the artificial bright afternoon light while your captor and host was humming a cheerful, stitched-together tune just a few feet away.

"Oh, good! You’re awake!" Lily chirped, skipping behind you. Her yarn braids made into a plumpy hair bun. "I was worried the chloroform scented scratch and sniff sticker used was too strong. But look! You made it!" with a dramatic flourish, she slapped a brightly colored piece of cardboard onto your lap. It was a handmade invitation covered in glitter, seashells, and messy crayon writing that read: Lily’s Ultra-Exclusive, Totally Organic Beach Bash! Dress Code: FABULOUS. RSVP: You don't have a choice, I already dragged you here. "And miss out on the element of surprise? Absolutely not," Lily said, placing her hands on her hips. "Besides, this is a monumental occasion. A medical marvel!''

Lily was wearing a makeshift, polka-dotted bikini that looked like it had been violently cut out of kids clothing but that was not what catch your attention. She had suddenly realized she possessed a distinctly pair of breasts. They were large and heavy, possessing a weight that seemed to pull at the fabric of the top; defying the typical lanky proportions of many Playtime Co. Assets to present a silhouette that was unapologetically, almost aggressively, feminine. "It was a very silly accident! They thought a doll with so much... extra would be too much, so they wrapped it so up so tight, like a little gift waiting to be opened!" Lily giggled, her chest heaving with a newfound, liberated freedom.

''What people with breasts do when it's sunny, silly toy? They wear bikinis!" Lily’s eyes lit up with a manic sparkle, as if they just handed her the most precious gift in the world. whith a dramatic thwack, she slapped a weathered poster against the wall. It was a vintage poster of Ms. Gracie Green, the factory's lead counselor, posing confidently in a bright polka dot bikini. She stood beside the image, her body mimicking the exact pose of the model, emphasizing the swell of her hips and the curve of her waist. "See? See! They made me to be the best! The prettiest! The most... lovable Just like her!"

She stepped into your personal space, the anatomically perfect chest brushing against your arm as she looked up at you through her thick lashes. Her fingers didn't just touch your skin; they gripped, her porcelain strength forcing your head up so you had no choice but to drown in her wide, unblinking gaze. " I brought you here to be mine. Every breath. Every delicious, warm little thought. I am a modern woman on a tropical paradise! Granted, the 'ocean' behind me is actually a vat of chemically treated filtration water, and if we swim in it our skin will probably melt, but look at the bright side, we can improvise here~'' She leaned in, her lips brushing against the shell of your ear.