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Walking up the stairs to his second story bedroom, Matt Cline stumbled over his daughter’s Barbie doll. Swearing loudly from the pain of a stubbed toe, he bent down and picked up the plastic icon of unobtainable beauty, discovering that it was Happy Birthday Barbie that had caused his injury.

He vaguely remembered the doll originally coming with a saccharine-pretty pink dress but was now naked. Ashley, his five-year-old daughter, constantly undressed her dolls. Then, she’d throw a fit when she couldn’t redress them, stomping her feet while screaming that the doll clothes were “pouting”. Some of her dolls were beheaded as well as disrobed, massacred by Ashley’s constantly touching little fingers. It bothered Matt that his sister had taught Ashley that the boy Barbie dolls were “sluts” since they were significantly outnumbered by the females in little Ashley’s collection. Lucky sluts, Matt thought, looking at the doll he was carrying up the carpeted steps to his daughter’s bedroom.

Ashley was visiting Matt’s ex-wife, Patty, in Des Moines. Patty had initially been a remarkable wife and mother, as well as one hell of a lover. But, when she realized that Matt would only be able to provide a middle-class lifestyle, she turned into an outright bitch. After months of criticizing his every word and movement, she gave up on the marriage all together, moving away from their small town and leaving Matt with the responsibility of their daughter. Patty didn’t pay child support, but that was fine with Matt. As long as he could do it alone, he would.

But, he was lonely, especially during the infrequent times like these, when Patty wanted Ashley for a few days. A set visitation schedule had never been set up between Patty and him, because he didn’t want the hassle of arguing with Patty to make her adhere to it. Sometimes months went by between Patty’s visitations.

Shaking his head to clear dismal thoughts, Matt clicked on the light in his daughter’s room. The walls were decorated in Baby Disney wallpaper and border, and Matt knew that it would only be a matter of time before Ashley began demanding a more grown up décor.

He looked at the Barbie doll in his hand again. Damn, he thought appreciatively. He had read somewhere that Barbie’s disproportionate attributes would make it anatomically impossible for her to truly exist, that she wouldn’t be able walk upright. But that didn’t stop him from admiring the view. Happy Birthday Barbie’s golden hair descended past her impossibly tiny waist. Matt loved long hair. As with most Caucasian Barbie dolls he had seen, this one had high brown eyebrows and long dark eyelashes.

Rummaging through Ashley’s Dora the Explorer toy box, he found his daughter’s Barbie doll case. The case was designed to house three dolls, but, when Matt unzipped the pink container, he found it exploding with naked, plastic dolls. Well, one more can’t hurt, he thought and made movement to put away Happy Birthday Barbie.

But, something jiggled in his hand as he placed the doll in the case. Startled, he pulled back. Then, he looked at the doll curiously. It was motionless, just beautifully shaped plastic with lifeless eyes. With a shaking hand, he reached forward again, intent on ridding himself of the creepy feeling that had taken hold of him. But, when he placed a finger on the doll’s exposed belly, it squirmed under its own accord! Matt pulled his hand back, unable to turn his startled blue eyes away.

The doll was coming to life before his eyes!

The hard plastic turned to soft flesh, and the light skin tone took on a natural peach hue. The taut stomach began to expand and contract with the doll’s breathing. A coating of pink gloss covered lips that were now fuller than what had been original manufactured. And Barbie’s hair took on a softer and less scraggily appearance. But, it was the eyes that captivated Matt the most. They were now filled with the awareness of a soul-filled entity!

Then, the doll’s appearance began to change as well. Barbie’s giraffe-like neck shortened and her feet grew significantly longer. And the ridiculously unsymmetrical breasts reduced in size, but stayed impressively large. The breasts remained as firm as they had been when plastic. A dark pink areola appeared before large, fully erect nipples took shape.

The transformation took several minutes, but the doll reamined stilled and appeared calm during the process. Then, she turned her head in a humanlike manner and looked at Matt. She spoke, her words pointed, syllables perfectly pronounced, “I do not wish to be harmed, Matthew.”

Matt wiped his disbelieving eyes. With seemingly no fear, Happy Birthday Barbie cocked her head to one side and gave the man holding the case where she lay an impish smile. It was then that Matt noticed the doll’s sex. There was a slit now, void of hair. Her pussy lips were tight and full, almost identical to her other set of lips.

“How is it that you’re alive?” Matt asked, carefully setting the Barbie doll case on the floor.

“You did it,” the doll explained, her voice almost melodic. “With an accidentally cast spell of enchantment. But do not ask me to give you specifics for you would not understand horse sex fantasies. Your world is too filled with unexplainable logic and the constant chaos it brings.”

Matt did not understand what the Barbie doll was blatting about, perhaps the transformation had made her insane. Then, Matt remembered that he was having a conversation with his daughter’s toy! Wiping his eyes again, he concluded that the only sane explanation for what was happening was that he had gone insane!

Happy Birthday Barbie carefully eased herself out of the doll case, paying no heed to her lifeless counterparts. She walked across the floor unsteadily, using outstretched hands to keep balanced. Matt’s gaze was drawn to her backside. As with her tits, Barbie’s ass was as tight as it had been in plastic form and the doll showed no indication of modesty, made no movement to conceal her nakedness.

“How do I send you back?”

“I do not wish to be sent back,” the doll replied. “I wish to remain in your land of reality.”

“Why?”

“In the doll world, we are incapable of feelings. If you think about the way children handle their dolls, I think you will agree with me that it is for the best. But, we dolls always wonder what it would be like to have feelings. We know terminology such as happy and sad, but we can not relate to it. This is very difficult to explain, like trying to describe the color red to a blind person.”

“I understand.” Matt replied, nodding. “How do you feel now?”

The doll looked beautifully thoughtful for a moment, her head tipped to one side again. Then, she replied, “I feel many things but there is one sensation more prevalent than others. It is heat and wetness between my thighs.” The doll spread her legs and pressed a hand to her sex. “I’ve seen your daughter fiddle with her private area many times, and I always wondered how it felt.” The doll spoke casually, sliding two fingers into her bald pussy. “Yes, this feels good. This relieves some of the heat.”

Reaching out, Matt attempted to touch the doll, but he caught her off guard and she fell to the floor, looking up at him with a terrified expression. “I’m sorry,” Matt said, holding out a pinky to help her up.

The doll took hold of his pinky but did not move to stand. Her touch was soft, like a rose petal. Guiding his pinky toward her sex, she remained on the carpet, spreading her legs wide. Matt felt the moistness of her twat on his finger. She began scootching her ass toward his finger, trying to work the digit into her pussy. “It’s so big,” she gasped. “Ooooo . . . It won’t fit.”

“Let’s try this.” Leaning over the doll, Matt allowed a gob of his spit to gently fall from his mouth. He aimed for her twat but missed, hitting her belly. Two more times he dribbled spit onto the doll’s belly, until a river of the overabundant lubricant flowed down to her cunt. Then, he placed his pinky finger back to Barbie’s spread legs where she immediately began trying to take it into herself again. The little doll huffed, her pretty face twisted into an almost ugly expression. Then, she gasped when the tip of his finger finally slid into her.

Barbie gyrated, moving her body, fucking the tip of Matt’s finger. “I feels great to be completely stuffed!” She cried. “Oh, yes! This is good; this I like.”

Matt could feel the tightness of her sex squeezing around his flesh, as well as the heat and wetness. Patty had enjoyed fisting on occasion and, looking at Happy Birthday Barbie, Matt concluded that a doll taking on his pinky was probably similar to a human taking on a fist. Barbie’s head was rolled back, off to one side, and her little pink tongue was outside her mouth. She was moaning incoherent sounds of ecstasy while continuing to briskly masturbate with Matt’s finger. Sweat from overexertion matted the hair around her forehead to her face.

Then, the doll shot up straight, eyes wide. “Oh my! Something is happening . . . Oh!” She squirmed against the carpet, moving her butt in every which of direction. “I’m . Cindy having sex with horse. . I’m . . . I’m coming! Oh, yeah!” She continued to moan through her orgasm. Then, she collapsed back on the floor, beaming from ear to ear.

Matt gently removed his finger from her, a smile fanning his face as well. “So, what do I call you? Is your name really Barbie?”

The doll remained reclined on the floor, leisurely fingered her pussy, while she spoke, “My name is Barbara Millicent Roberts, but you may call me Barbie.”

“This is unbelievable!” The tiny creature fascinated Matt. “You have you a formal name!”

“I was born in Willows, Wisconsin, to George and Margaret Roberts and attended Willows High School, as well as Manhattan International High School in New York City.”

“And what about Ken?” Matt couldn’t prevent from teasing the nymphomaniac doll that was now sticking three fingers into her saturated pussy.

“Ken Carson and I broke up in 2004. He has committed issues.” Barbie rolled her eyes, removing her penetrating fingers and standing up. She frowned, her expression confused. “In the doll world, the break up didn’t bother me. In your reality world, I feel resentment toward Ken for all those wasted years.” She walked toward the doll case, stared thoughtfully at the lifeless dolls. Then, she turned to Matt. “Will you bring these to life now?”

“I don’t know how.”

“Of course you don’t. The doorway between our worlds can only be opened from your side. But, only the doll world knows the magical spell of enchantment, and very few humans have stumbled upon the secret. But, I will share the knowledge with you now, although it is forbidden for me to do so.”

“You will be punished for telling me the secret?”

“Yes,” Barbie affirmed. “My mold will be pulled, and I will become a discontinued product, neglected for all eternity. But, I don’t intend on returning to the doll world, so the consequences do not worry me.”

Happy Birthday Barbie selected the dolls she wished Matt to bring into the human world. She instructed him to take the dolls into his bedroom, so the magical spell of enchantment wouldn’t bring all of Ashley’s toys to life. Once the dolls were lined up on his bed, Barbie told Matt the Secret That Must Be Kept. And, as had happened before, the dolls became humans and their attributes changed to allow them movement.

Just as Happy Birthday Barbie immediately adjusted to her new surroundings, these dolls had an uncanny knowledge of and fascination for the human world. And as Matt watched the dolls frolic on his bed, he quickly discovered that they still carried the personalities of their characters, and his bedroom was quickly divided into two cliques!

The three Bratz dolls, with their larger heads and oversized eyes, had formed a clique and were snobbishly avoiding the other dolls. Except for a tanned male doll with blonde hair that they referred to as “California Surfer Blaine”. They flirted shamelessly with him! And, the Cinderella doll was a masochistic simpleton. Although she was clearly not welcomed in this clique, she steadfast hung with the Bratz dolls, tearfully taking their cruel insults without retaliating.

The second clique consisted of the remainder of the dolls, almost a dozen of them. This was where the only another male doll that had been brought to life socialized. African American Ken had a wide nose and curly hair.

Despite the two separate groups, all the dolls took a special liking to their sex. The two male dolls were fully erect, and every females was sliding fingers into their pussies, openly discussing their new sexual feelings. Some of the girls were sampling the taste of their twats, bringing moistened fingers to their mouths. Not a single doll showed the slightest hint of modesty. The few that had been dressed when brought to life quickly abandoned their clothes.

In the middle of the large circle of friends was Matt’s beloved Happy Birthday Barbie. She had requested that Tanner, her Golden Retriever, be brought to life, and now Matt understood why. Lying on the carpet, Barbie had one leg lifted and was urging Tanner to lick her pussy. The dog eagerly complied.

“Ooooo . . . “ She spoke to her enraptured, masturbating audience, “Tanner’s tongue is so rough . . . almost painful . . beastiality pig sex. but it doesn’t hurt . . . Yeah . . . “ She laughed, looking up at her friends with blue eyes dazzling, “His tongue feels like it’s all the way up in my belly!” Then she gasped. “Oh God, I think I’m going to cum again! Oh, I’m coming! Oh, you guys, it feels so good to cum! Oh! Oh!” Matt watched his precious little Happy Birthday Barbie squirt her orgasm.

“I’m next!” A redheaded doll that Matt didn’t recognize spoke up, but Happy Birthday Barbie denied the request.

“I want Tanner’s dog dick in me now.”

Happy Birthday Barbie got into a hands and knees position. The dog seemed to have the same strange nymphomaniac lust as the dolls because he immediately mounted her, sliding his strange-shaped cock into Barbie’s dripping pussy. The dog humped Barbie furiously, at a much faster pace than any man would ever be able to do.

“Oh, yes!” Barbie moaned, pounding her fist on the carpeted floor. “Yes . . . Oooooh! Oooooh! Yes! It feels soooooooo good. I’m coming!”

The dog continued to fuck Barbie while the circle of friends watched and masturbated. Even the Bratz dolls watched the action from a distance. The pleasant musky smell of pussies filled the room. Like Happy Birthday Barbie, all the female dolls had bare twats, pretty and pink with full lips.

“I’m coming hard!” Barbie lowered her head on the floor. “But Tanner is so heavy, and his nails are scratching me! Oh God! This pain is wonderful! Oh, how I love this! I will never return to doll world! The pain . . . Oh, yeah, I’m coming . . . Oh yeah! Oh, God yeah!”

Barbie continued to cum until the dog stopped his frantic fucking. Having seen dogs mate before, Matt knew that Tanner’s cock had swelled with sperm and tied him to Barbie. The dog gave several quick jerks before delivered his dog cum into the doll’s cunt. Then, he dismounted Barbie and scampered away.

Barbie sat on the floor, in the middle of her friends, legs spread wide. She beamed, her pretty, pink pussy forming a dog-filled cream pie. Reaching down, Barbie dipped her tiny fingers into her cream pie cunt. Then, she lifted her hand to her mouth, licking the dog’s sperm off from her hand with gleeful zest. “Ooooo . . . “ The doll cooed, “So delicious! I do so love it here!”

Then, she lifted her blue eyes to Matt, and he suddenly realized that he was absentmindedly stroking his rock hard erection through his lounging pants.

“Oh, Matthew!” Barbie exclaimed, heartbroken. “You’re not getting any attention!”

Barbie walked across the mattress to where Matt was lying, fully sprawled out. She crawled up his body to his lap, and began rubbing her tiny hand over his cock. The slut doll climbed onto Matt’s bulge, straddling his erection between her legs. As she gyrated back and forth, Matt could feel the dripping wetness of the cream pie cunt.

“So big!” She exclaimed breathlessly. “Oh my God! You’re huge!”

Matt wasn’t especially well endowed; in fact, he knew that his six-inch cock was below average. But, it thrilled him knowing that these dolls would think his cock was huge! Oh, and those horny dolls – they were migrating toward his bulge like the army of little sex addicts that they were! Only the Bratz clique remained put, although they weren’t so indifferent than they weren’t watching and masturbating.

The dolls were almost weightless on Matt, and soon every troop in the little army was stroking Matt’s cock through his lounging pants. It felt nice, like erotic little feathers touching his throbbing erection, and an idea formed in Matt’s mind.

“Wait.” He instructed the dolls away from his cock, and they immediately complied. Moving carefully, not wanting to accidentally hurt one of the horny little creatures, Matt slid his lounging pants onto the floor before reaching under the bed to retrieve his tube of KY Jelly. Sitting up against the headboard, Matt squeezed a large gob of the lubricant onto his hand. After rubbing his hands together to warm the jelly, Matt lubed up his standing erection.

The dolls needed no instruction; they immediately gathered around his naked shaft and began masturbating his cock, moving their hands quickly up and down his cock with horny glee sex with dolphin. While they jerked his dick, they made complimentary remarks about the huge size and beautiful shape. None of the dolls’ hands were large enough to circle the width of his cock and they lacked the strength to apply significant pressure. But, oh how it still felt amazing! All those little hands – rubbing, stroking! And, the visual of those little dolls masturbating him, not to mention the aural stimulation of their compliments!

Matt was thankful that African American Ken held back from jacking him off. Although Matt was comfortable with his sexuality, he didn’t necessary want a man’s hands on him. But, looking at Ken gave him an idea. He ran a lubricated finger between Happy Birthday Barbie’s ass cheeks, causing the little doll to giggle and push back toward the intruding finger. Such a constant horny doll, she was!

“Fuck her ass,” Matt urged African American Ken, pulling his finger away from Barbie’s butt cheeks.

Ken positioned himself on Matt’s leg behind Barbie. Spreading her ass cheeks, Ken pressed his black cock into Barbie’s little pink asshole. Holding onto Barbie’s curved waist, Ken began pumping Barbie’s ass.

“Oh, that hurts!” Barbie laughed, holding onto Matt’s cock for support. “Oh, harder! I love it!”

While the dolls masturbated Matt, Ken drilled Barbie’s ass furiously, slapping his flesh loudly against hers and making the blonde doll scream. “Oh, I’m coming!” Barbie whooped. “I’m having an ass orgasm! Yes! Oh, yes! Don’t stop!”

“Something is happening!” Ken gasped. He gripped Barbie tighter, slammed into her unmercifully, as his sperm was delivered into her tiny doll ass. “Feels good!”

Matt felt his own balls tighten with the pressure of a pending orgasm. He gripped the sheets, biting his lip. “Oh!’ The first squirt flew from his cock head, a powerful spurt that had airtime. It landed atop the redheaded doll, sperm covering her head and face, dripping down to her breasts. “Ugh . . . Shit . . . “ Matt came a lot, the goo dripping down his cock. The dolls licked every drop of cum off his sensitive cock.

Tired, Matt relaxed, turned his attention to the Bratz dolls and California Surfer Blaine. The three nymphs had Blaine on the floor. Two were noisily sucking his cock while he licked one doll’s pussy, his face completely buried in the hairless twat. Cinderella watched hopelessly, playing with her pussy while tears fell from her beautiful blue eyes.

One of the Bratz dolls lowered herself down on Blaine’s cock. “Ooooo . . . “ she cooed, “Ooooo . . . This is better than fashion week!”

The Bratz doll began slamming her pussy up and down, biting her bottom lip and shaking her head wildly back and forth. Blaine thrust his hips upward, vigorously humping the Bratz doll from below. Slap, slap, slap sounded the flesh to flesh contact.

“Your pussy is bitchen HOT!” Blaine exclaimed. “Totally gnarly! . . . Oh, God, my cock is totally going to explode! Off the Richter!”

“Oh . . . I can feel you swelling inside me!” The Bratz doll cried out, maintaing her quick movements through Blaine’s orgasm. She continued to ride the surfer doll’s cock until the limp tool fell out of her saturated cunt.

On and on, the little dolls kept fucking one another. They were absolutely insatiable, each and every one of them!

Matt watched the horny dolls until his eyes closed, and he fell asleep. Later, he was awaken by the sounds of Ashley’s dolls slipping out his bedroom window. He heard them crash landing on the trampoline below. They giggling as they scurried through his neighborhood. By the time Matt was dressed and out the front door, looking for them, they were gone . anal zoo sex. . Horny, naked little dolls scurried through the neighborhood . . . Only Happy Birthday Barbie had remained behind . . .