"Master!" came a cheerful chorus of feminine voices coming from Princess Batsy, Duchess, Countess Joker, Two-Fuck, Lady Freeze and Alfreda called out as The Mad Hatter entered the ball room. It was followed by a fit of girlish giggles. That was, until Alfreda composed herself and cleared her throat.
"Lady and mannequins," the middle-aged MILF maid, Alfreda Pennysworth, proclaimed in her thick British accent. She curtsied as much as her quivering, aroused body could in the leather, skintight, restrictive garment she wore, "May I present the man that has saved us all from our wasted old lives. He is our Creator, our Master, he is..."
"Master Hatter!!!!!" Princess Batsy squealed out in her high-pitched voice, from her place at the head of the table. Alfreda bowed, despite the interruption and she stuck out her plump bottom lip, dejected she couldn't make the proper introduction for the Lord and Master of the house.
The Mad Hatter, still holding the double doors open in grand fashion, paused for a moment to grin at the smiling faces starring back at him in the Ball Room. He could feel his cock hardening as he looked on at the unbelievably sexy parodies that each and every one of them exhibited straight from the mind of Lewis Carroll. Through the device in his hat, he could read each and every one of their minds and swelled with pride at how the feminized mannequins that had been the once feared Joker, Two-Face and Mr. Freeze melted with desire before him. They all viewed him as the sexiest man alive. Duchess and Alfreda, too, adored him with all of their hearts, but there was one creature in the room that he valued above all others. Batsy, inside her plastic shell, squirmed in her 'Alice' dress and giggled her high-pitched crazed laughter at how lucky she was that her life had turned out this way.
'O.M.G. O.M.G. O.M.G!!!!!!! He's here! He's here! Awwwwweeee, just look at my Hatsy! He is, like, the hawtest stud there ever was! And he's all mine, mine, mine!!!! I'm the luckiest mannequin in the whole world. Here are all these hawt, hawt, hawt babes He could have, but, nope, nope, nopes, Hatsy wants Batsy and only Batsy! Sigh! I'm, like, soooooooooooooooooo in love!' Batsy thought to herself, before adding, 'Hearts!'
The Hatter smiled at Batsy, loving her conversation she was having with herself inside her plasticine body. Jervis Tetch suddenly released the double doors behind him, stepped fully into the ball room and made a grand show of taking off his hat and thrusting it to his heart. In one smooth motion, he held his hat out wide and bowed low before the mad gathering of plastic and human vixens. He mused to himself at how the feminized Joker, Harvey Two-Face and Mr. Freeze were nearly creaming themselves at his display, but as he rose he looked at Princess Batsy and Princess Batsy alone. The smile never left his face as he slowly approached her. As he did, The Mad Hatter began to recite a poem.
"Twinkle, twinkle, little Batsy!
It is I, your dear Master, Hatsy!
So sweet forever encased in your plastic shell,
So happy under my mad spell!"
When he ended the poem he was standing directly next to Princess Batsy. Gingerly, he took her little plastic hand in his and planted soft kisses up and down her shiny arm.
"Swoon!" Batsy cooed out, before bursting out in a fit of mad, high-pitched giggles. Soon, every single person and mannequin in the room joined the cray cray little thing in her mad laughter.
Finally, the laughter eventually died down after a few minutes and the Mad Hatter wiped away a tear from his eye. An idea then popped in his head and he snapped his fingers. He jumped up on the long table, knocking some of the tea pots off. He watched them crash to the ground in a loud smash. Alfreda snapped to work, cleaning up the mess, bending down at the waist with her legs perfectly straight. This, of course, caused the brief hem of her leather maid's uniform to ride up, exposing her wide, round asscheeks. Everyone in the room saw this and it only caused them all to laugh harder and harder at the voluptuous MILF maid.
"Enough, enough," Hatter called out, gasping for air, "Since we owe everything we have all become to Princess Batsy, I declare this PRINCESS BATSY's UNBIRTHDAY!!!! And on her unbirthday, my pretty, pretty, pretty princess gets anything she wants!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Duchess and the mannequins all sighed out in rapturous delight that they would once more be spoiling Batsy! Princess Batsy positively squirmed at the thought that she could get anything she wanted, and the spoiled little mannequin began to make a wish list inside her twisted little mind. The Hatter could read her thoughts, and was so pleased at how deranged she had become in her thinking. Time passed, and they all waited for Princess Batsy to say what she wanted.
"Oh, come now, Batsy. Quit joking around," Countess Joker called out, "Tell us what you wish for your unbirthday! Put a smile on all of our faces!"
"Yes, dearie. I simply cannot wait to hear your unbirthday wish. My, what fun!" Two-Fuck cooed out in a posh voice, before another huskier voice called out from the bipolar creature, "I can't fucking wait either!!!!"
"Please tell us," Lady Freeze begged.
"Now, now, ladies," Duchess murmured, "Let's not rush our sexy little Princess Batsy here. That would be..."
"Like, Duchess, I know what I want for my unbirthday!!!" Princess Batsy shouted in an overly impudent voice. There was a heavy dose of arrogance to her voice, and The Mad Hatter and Duchess glanced over at one another with proud looks on their faces. Their little Princess had not only become mad in her time under their supervision, they had also sought out to spoil the little plastic tart rotten. The Hatter scanned Batsy's thoughts and his suspicions were correct.'
'Everyone is, like, paying attention to me!!!" Princess Batsy cooed to herself in her own mind, 'It's the way it should be. If they're not concentrating on Master Hatsy they should be focusing on Princess Batsy!!!!!"
It was just as she wanted. All attention was focused on the petite 'Alice' mannequin and she addressed the gathering before her, "Isn't this just totes awesome? We're all where we've always meant to be! Together in the service of a real man, Master Hatter!" Princess Batsy exclaimed, "Life simply couldn't be any better. Sigh."
Duchess, Countess Joker, Two-Fuck, Lady Freeze and Alfreda joined Batsy in a long, drawn out sigh for the man they regarded as their own creator, before Batsy continued.
"Now, then, what I, like, totes, want for my unbirthday present is...."