Barbie

Some Barbies want to grow up to be doctors, veterinarians, astronauts, and even homemakers. I did not want any of that. I was bored in my box, pushed way back on the shelf and never purchased. Forgotten by customers and staff alike, I grew up listening to people talk. The adults had the most interesting conversations, especially when they talked about love and sex in hushed tones.

Sometimes I would hear men say how they wished a Barbie were real. She would be a woman who could do anything they wanted, any time they wanted. They did not have to worry about that time – whatever the particular hour was, it was apparently a bad one; it was probably closing time. They did not have to worry about moods or too much alcohol or anything else.

A few men sounded bitter and dark when they spoke this way, but only a few. Most of the men spoke with a kind of reverence in their voice. They were looking back to a never-before time of sexual relations, when it was all about them and nothing else. It was about their wants and their desires; it was all for their pleasure. This was not something they could ask of their wives or girlfriends.

It was something only a real Barbie doll could give them.

I longed to be that sex doll. I would sneak out of my package at night after the store closed down and explore the other toys, looking for something that could help me. I found the Ouija board, and it pointed me to a new line of toys, consisting of all sorts of monsters. Among them, was a witch doll based on a character of immense power. If anyone had the chance of changing me, she did.

Finding an awakened doll among these was simple. Almost all of them were active in their packaging. When I found the witch and told her my dream, she was happy to oblige. She knew just the spell, having cast it on dolls like myself in the Finest Sex Dolls factory. I was elated and followed her instructions precisely as she cast the spell.

Soon, I was growing from the small, handheld doll into something larger. I made my way quickly to the back room, where I would be unseen by security cameras transforming. One of the stockroom workers would find me and assume I shipped to the store by mistake.

The overnight crew entered on schedule and I waited. One found me, a cute young man with a boyish grin under a goatee and shaggy brown hair. I could feel his desire and embarrassment at stumbling upon me in the storeroom. I did my best to project warmth and welcoming, as well as my own desire. I had no other way to communicate. It seemed to work. He hid me away and when it was time for him to leave, I watched him slip green paper to another worker, who helped him carry me, concealed in bubble wrap, to his car.

I was nervous as I waited to find out what would happen next. I realized that while I had heard a lot of talk about sex, I had no idea what it actually entailed. Until the spell was cast on me, I never had openings in my body. Now I had three that felt soft and tight when I concentrated on them. I watched my new man undress. He talked to me about his night at work, how aggravating it was when the shift manager came down on them, and how nice it was going to be to have me to relax with.

His words comforted me. He undressed and if my eyes could move, they would have widened. His cock was long and thick. He laid me back and moved up my body, taking hold of my head and my soft blonde hair. As his fingers threaded through my hair, his cock slipped into my mouth, wet with something. Feeling him move there was a strange sensation, but my nervousness quickly faded, as I understood what he was doing now. I welcomed him, letting him enjoy the textures in my mouth and feeling his cum shoot from his cock into me.

“You’ll really love this next part,” he said, moving down my body as his hand stroked his cock to make it hard. He kissed my forehead and slipped his cock into my pussy. It was tight and soft, pulling at him as he thrust. “I can’t do this to a real woman, so this should really be something.”

He slipped out of my pussy and into my ass. I wanted to cry out in surprise, and then in pleasure. I was much tighter in my ass and as I warmed to the sensation of him thrusting there, I relaxed. He slipped between my pussy and ass and I could feel him savoring the different textures and sensations of each one. He thrust hard until he pulsed inside me, filling me with more of his cum.

When he was through, he lay on the bed beside me stroking my soft hair and skin-like body. I stared up at his ceiling as he talked about the poses he would try tomorrow and the next day. He would clean me up first, of course. I was in no hurry for that. I enjoyed the feel of his cum in my body and savored it while I could, listening to his words and reveling in my new life.