"Hmmm, it's soooooo delish, Master!" Lana-Doll squealed, running her hands up and down the curvy sides of her newly plasticine body, "To make Jimmy Olsen another doll for your growing harem."
"Mmmmm," Lois-Doll moaned, pinching her rock-hard nipples through the thin material of her flimsy gold halter top, "I totes can't wait!"
"Yes, my darling dollies," Toyman grinned over at the glossy, smiling, faces of Lois-Doll and Lana-Doll, "The two of you will gain a sister in servitude to my absolute greatness, and I will receive another one of those closest to the Big Blue Boyscout as my loyal, lustful, lovely lackey! Before long, he will have no one around him to back his half-baked heroism. He will be made all alone. Everyone that is closest to him will serve me! And when he is truly secluded, and at his absolute lowest point, it will be then and only then, that I will turn the Man of Steel into my very own Super-Dolly!"
"Then Metropolis will be yours, Master!" Lana-Doll exclaimed, a dash of wicked conniving growing in her sweet voice.
"Not just Metropolis, stupid!" Lois-Doll snapped, glancing over to her fellow doll with her perfectly arched eyebrows lowered in a devious glare. She turned back to her Creator and as she did, her glossy face softened into a look of complete loving devotion, "Not just Metropolis, Master, but the entire United States! Just imagine it, Master. The whole country all serving you as your sweet dolly-toys. I'm so right, aren't I, Master? Tell me I'm right."
"In a way, you're both right. We must be able to walk before we can run, as it were," The Toyman chuckled, making his way over to his two dolls. As he moved close to them, Lana-Doll gripped one arm lovingly, while Lois-Doll gripped the other. They cuddled up to his tall, slim frame, and rested their heads lovingly against his shoulder, "With a Super-Dolly loyal to me and me alone, I can do a great many things. But first thing's first. We have to set out to convert all of his friends so they can be as happy as the two of you have become. You are happy in your new roles, are you not?"
"The happiest we've ever been, Master!" both Lana-Doll and Lois-Doll purred out in perfect unison. Their voices dripped with sexual promise, and the Toyman smiled a wide, victorious grin. It seemed as part of their dolly-transformations, there was an element of a shared consciousness that had somehow crept into the former Lana and Lois's twisted minds. He pondered what that could mean for a few moments before continuing.
"What if I made everyone as happy as you are now? And when I say everyone, my dollies, I do mean everyone!" he declared, and Lana-Doll and Lois-Doll swooned at not only his brilliance, but the scope of what he had just proposed.
Lois-Doll raised her head from its loving place on The Toyman's shoulder, and she looked up at her Master with as much of a thoughtful expression as her simplified face could muster. She pouted her lips and batted her extra-long eyelashes in confusion. Finally, she spoke up, "But Master, what about your friend in Gotham? The Mad Hatter? Will he and his own plastic harem of mannequins become like us?"
The Toyman looked down at Lois-Doll, and smiled a wide grin at his dolly-servant. He glanced over at Lana-Doll, who still rested her head on his shoulder and stared straight ahead with a contented blissful smile on her shiny face. Somehow, Lois-Doll had retained a sliver of her keen, inquisitive mind in her transformation from human reporter to dolly-toy. This would serve him well in what he had planned to lure Jimmy Olsen into his clutches, but he wondered what this meant for the future of his dolly-slaves. He looked back down at Lois-Doll, and made eye contact with the new creature. She continued to stare up at his with her bigger, nearly unblinking eyes surrounded by thick, billowy lashes and dark, glamorous eyeshadow. He wondered briefly how long she would submissively wait for him to respond. He shook his head slightly, snapping himself out of his frenzied thoughts, and gripped Lois-Doll by the chin.
"The Mad Hatter is a self-proclaimed insane fool," The Toyman spoke to the former ace reporter, "and he's damn proud of it. However, he did provide the guinea pig in all of this in The Dark Knight himself, now known simply as Batsy, all immobile and pleased with herself and her new life. He gifted me with the opportunity to perfect the tech that allowed me to transform you and your counterpart from your pathetic old existences into my perfect plastic pets! So he's not all bad. I made him the offer to make his mannequins mobile. The croquet ball is very much in his yard as it were. He and his mannequin harem will either join us, or, once we have garnered enough power, they will be made to join us. Either way, when I meant everyone will be as happy as you and Lana-Doll are now..."
The Toyman trailed off, and Lana-Doll, having heard her name, batted her eyelashes rapidly and almost robotically raised her head to gaze up at her Creator with a wide, worshipful smile. The Toyman's eyebrows lowered and a villainous look came across his own plasticized face, as he finished his thought, "...I do mean everyone!"
Both Lois-Doll and Lana-Doll giggled in utter joy as the scope of their master's plan was once more drilled into their minds. To both dollies, he was just so strong, so forceful, so brilliant. They both ached for his touch. Both Lana-Doll and Lois-Doll called out in perfect unison in husky, moaning voices, "Oooh, Master Toyman. You're making us sooooo hawt! Please fuck our hawt plastic pussies! Pretty please!!!!"
"There will be plenty of time for that later, my delightful dollies. There is much work to be done," The Toyman grinned, before he released the plasticine pair and made his way toward his lab. Both dollies cried out in disappointment, and watched him walk away from them with dejected looks of utter desire on their faces for their Master. He stopped just before crossing the threshold of his laboratory. He turned his head slightly and said, "That doesn't mean that the two of you can't entertain yourselves while I'm working."
Lana-Doll and Lois-Doll's simplified faces turned suddenly from looks of dejected loss to sudden grins of excited passion. They both husked out again in perfect unison, "Yesssss, Master!"
They both stepped toward one another so their tits were mashed together, eliciting moans of pleasure, that were music to The Toyman's ears. Soon, the two dollies were kissing each other deeply with their fat, shiny lips, tongues dancing wildly inside their mouths. The Toyman glanced over at the ravenous pair, as they melted into one another's embrace. He couldn't have been happier with how things were turning out, and he was at the mere beginning of his cunning plan. He gave one last glance at his prized dollies, before he turned back to start working on some very special jack-in-the boxes. He would place them at key points around the city, and they would all have a very explosive surprise. Just the mere threat of the explosives would drive Superman to save the day, and it would leave Jimmy Olsen defenseless to fall into his trap. Lois-Doll had been very eager in divulging any and all of Clark Kent's secrets, and he would exploit all of them to serve his goals.
His frenzied mind mentally poured over all of the names that Lois-Doll had shared with him. Those that were closest to the Big Blue Boy Scout. He whispered the names over the sexual cries of Lois-Doll and Lana-Doll, "Lex Luthor, Chloe Sullivan, Martha Kent, his own mother. MARTHA! Perry White, Cat Grant, Dr. Emil Hamilton, and let's not forget the long list of his 'super friends.'"
The Toyman would collect them all!