Babes In Toyland

I elbowed the bedroom door to Melissa’s room open, hefting the heavy laundry basket up higher.
“Fuck…”
For a 6yr old she made a major mess of her room. Well that’s what I’m for. All 5’3” 138 lbs 36C of me. Cleaning up after she goes off to school. Clothes and toys were all over .I didn’t see whatever it was I stepped on but it sent me stumbling trying to hold the laundry basket. Gravity won out and down I went only to clip my head on the dresser.
I opened my eyes looking up at the ceiling. Something looked very wrong. The ceiling seemed to be miles away. I turned my head slightly and gulped. Melissa’s bed looked like it was for a giant. I bolted to a sitting position. Te dresser where I had hit my head matched the bed in size. I looked around the room and my lip trembled. Everything in it was gigantic size. I got slowly to my feet and looked at the dresser. I only came to the middle of the bottom drawer. Panic began to set in.
“Help…..”
It sounded so frail and far away.
“Help….” I called again.
A sound came from around the side of the dresser. A sound like a spring stretching and coiling. I froze. Backwards I stepped to the corner of the dresser and stepped around the side of it. The noise kept coming. I swallowed hard and leaned to peek around the corner.
My hand flew over my mouth to stifle the scream that was forcing its way up my throat. Melissa’s slinky dog was moving on its own. Its eyes swung back and forth as the rear legs crept up to the front legs. Then the front legs walked forward and waited for the back legs to catch up.
“No No No…please….”
Its eyes swung towards me.
“Well hello there. Are you a new toy..?”
“What….wwwhhhoooo….are you? What are you…?
“I’m Melissa’s slinky dog. She loves playing with me. Does she play with you?”
Another sound to the side. I turned slowly. The 3 monkeys, hear no evil, speak no evil and see no evil were coming from under the bed. They chattered about what each saw or heard or said. Another toy crawled out from under the bed. A teddy bear a big one. Its ragged fur dusty and dirty. He smiled at me.
“Hi. I’m Teddy…”
My feet wanted to run but my legs wouldn’t move. I wanted to scream but afraid of what may happen if I did. A new sound. A whirring.
“Oh great…” the slinky dog muttered, “here she comes…”
Around the corner of the dresser came a jeep. A pink jeep. I leaned forward almost falling.
“No…No…It can’t be…”
I rubbed my eyes and looked again. Barbie was driving. The jeep stopped in front of me. The doll, long blonde hair in a pony tail climbed out. Tight culets and a windbreaker. It was a doll. She looked like a doll. Melissa’s Barbie doll but she moved, alive.
Her hands hit her hips in front of me.
“And who are you. Some new doll Melissa’ picked up..?”
My mouth wouldn’t work. I just stared at her. It was Barbie. Anatomically the doll Barbie. The long blonde hair in a ponytail. The hour glass figure with the what in humans must be a 40DD. Tall by me at least 5’6”or 7. The pouty mouth. Words came out but the mouth didn’t open. The eyes moved but they were painted.
“Well who are you…”
“Di…Di…Diane. I’m Melissa’s mother. “
Barbie took a step towards me. It was an awkward movement but she walked.
“Don’t be a wise ass, bitch. Toys can’t be mothers. Especially not Melissa’s. Now where did you come from?”
My eyes must have been as big as saucers. I turned to look at the now growing group of toys but they all avoided my gaze. A hand laid on my shoulder turning me around.
“Are you going to answer me…?”
I looked at the hand on my arm. It was plastic but the fingers moved. It gripped my upper arm tight. I shrugged it free feeling dirty like it was something I might catch.
“Get your hands off me…”
“She’s a new doll Barbie just let it be…” came a voice from the toys.
“A doll? A new doll…? Let me tell you something honey...” The Barbie doll came closer so her 40DD’s were pushing against my 36C’s.
“I’m the DOLL around here. Get it..”
Her pointed red nail polished plastic finger stabbed me in the left breast.
“Oh Christ Barbie knock it off….”
“I just want missy here to know where she needs to stand when it comes to dolls Melissa plays with. “
“I am not a doll. I’m here mother.”
“Ha and I’m her aunt Thelma who gave me to her which if you were her mother you would have known…”
Barbie’s hands were on her hips now glaring at me.
My face twisted into a snarl.
“I do know that bitch. It was a birthday present. You and Ken.”
“Bitch…your calling me a bitch you cheap little dime store doll.”
We were now leaning into one another. My own hands on my hips.
“Oh God…” Slinky dog let out.
“I am not a doll.”
A sly smile crossed her face like a cloud. Her features ruffled briefly like a wave over the plastic.
“You said it bitch not me…”
The toys around us shrieked when I hit her. My hand slapped her face moving her head to the side. I’ve slapped women and girls before. It stings your hand a bit but this hurt. I grabbed my hand. The sound was like taking my hand and smacking a table top. Like hitting plastic. It didn’t sting it God dam hurt.
I held my cheek.
“Why you mother fuck….”
“Huh such language from a dime store doll…”
“I’m not a doll you bitch…”
I flung myself at the doll grabbing her arms. She gripped mine back. I have Italian hair on my forearms. Her arms were smooth as glass. I gripped hard but my fingers and nails made no impression in her skin but her face contorted slightly like it hurt. My attack forced her backwards against the jeep. We struggled holding each other by the arms. Then she went for my hair. Her plastic fingers dug into my scalp. I grabbed her blonde ponytail and the side of her head. It didn’t feel like hair. It felt like soft bristles of a paint brush. She pulled me around putting me against the jeep. We tugged and pulled on one another’s hair. I grunted and groaned and moaned. The same sounds came from her but her mouth never moved. It stayed in the same position with just a tiny hole in the middle. Her facial expression never changed.
“Get her new doll...teach her a lesson…”
“Yeah give it to her new doll…”
“Come on Barb you’re the queen doll don’t let her take you down…”
“Pull her head off Barbie……”
“Dislocate her arm new doll…..”
I got her ponytail undone and we got a headlock on each other and went down on the rug wrestling. I’ve been in catfights before and when there is a girl on top of you, you feel it. It was like she weighed nothing but I couldn’t or had a very hard time rolling her over.
“Catfight…catfight….”
I got on top of her and was moving to pin her arms to the rug when hands grabbed me from behind and pulled me off her. I spun around and almost fainted. I was staring into Ken’s eyes. Ken the doll. Ken who was my daughter’s doll. He was alive. Or at least moving and talking. Life-size. Barbie spun me back around and would have smacked me good were it not for Ken getting in between us.
“Awwww. Ken why you’d break them up it was just getting good….”
He held us apart till we stopped trying to get at each other.
“Let me at the dime store bitch….”
“Ahhhh…Barb…Your hair…”
She stopped and looked in the jeep side mirror.
“Oh my God my ponytail. What have you done you weird toy. My ponytail..”
She climbed in the jeep and it moved without a sound except for that faint whirring.
I looked at Ken like he was a model or something. This big hunk of man that just pulled us apart.
“Sorry Barbie is a little weird at times…”
“Ahhhh….hmmmmmm….”
Was all that came out of my mouth. I watched as he talked but his lips didn’t move. The words just came out.
“That’s Ok….I just need to find out where I am and what happened to me….”
“We’re in Melissa’s room. We are her toys. Are you a new toy?...”
“No I’m her mother…”
“That’s impossible. Melissa just has us….”
“I have to get back to me….”
“You can try going to Barbie’s house over there but I’d be very careful. She is weird about other toys in her house. She only allows me.”
He pointed across the room to a large cardboard house. It was Barbie’s toy house. I started across the room seeing all of Melissa’s toys moving around and talking. It was freaking me out.
I got to the house. There of course was the pink sports convertible parked alongside the house. I rapped on the side of the house. It was cardboard or mason board or something just like I put together for Melissa when she got it. Two stories. I looked thru the window and I could see the back wall to her room. There was no back to the Barbie’s house. I entered and looked around. All of the furniture was plastic. I pushed the dining table with ease. The sofa too. I climbed the stairs to the second floor and found Barbie’s bedroom. All the furniture was plastic. The closet however held all of the dolls wardrobe.
“OMG…I can fit in these”.
I started pulling out all the clothes that I had bought the doll for Melissa.
I tried on several outfits and was in a short red dress with low cut top and sleeveless when I heard a noise behind me. I spun around.
The plastic big chested doll Barbie stood before me with her hands on her hips.
“What the fuck do you think your doing new doll….”
I stopped and stood at her. The doll. Barbie.
“Those are my clothes….”
I looked at the dress in my hand.
“Technically they are not. Their mine. I bought them for you…Melissa. For you…What ever….!!! I paid for them…”
This seemed to startle her. She looked this way and that.
“They are my clothes in my closet in my house. Give them to me new toy…”
She made her way across the room to me. I backed up as far as I could then she was on me. We grabbed each other’s hair and began fighting.
“Oh you bitch you……” Yank YanK Yank
“Let go God Dam you….” Pull Pull Pull
We go onto her bed. A surprise. It’s plastic. I roll her over and she rolls me over and we go off to the floor. We pull and yank and tug on each other’s hair. I let go of her hair and swing a fist hitting her in the face…Its plastic. I hurt my hand. She gets a hand under my chin pushing my head back as we wrestle. I do the same and her chin is plastic. We roll and wrestle across the floor to the back of the room. I rip and tear at her top like any normal woman would do in a catfight. Her breasts get exposed only there is no nipple. No cleavage. Just solid breast left to right. My mouth drops open and she punches me in the face. I go back and she climbs on top of me her hands on my throat. We struggle rolling wrestling to the back on the room. Another surprirze. There is no wall to the room. Just an opening that drops down to the floor. A gap that looks over to the wall of Melissa’s room.
Barbie gets me bent over the edge of the floor hanging out in space. She straddles my waist choking me her plastic breasts exposed. She grabs my top ripping it open exposing my tits and stops dumb founded. My hard erect nipples and large areolas and deep cleavage. Her head tilts left and right trying to take it in. Then my fist hits her in the jaw. It hurts me more than her but knocks her off me. I get up and make for the stairs bounding down them to the front door. Outside I run to the side and get in the pink convertible. There is no key as I look frantically for one. My foot hits the gas pedal and there pink car takes off with a whirrrr.
Glancing back Barbie comes out. Top all torn apart plastic breasts showing hair all knots and tangles. She jumps in the pink jeep and gives chase.
I drive. Where I don’t know. Across the rug. Looking around. It’s my daughters room but from her toys view. I swerve to avoid a teddy bear. The car goes up on two wheels then smacks back down. I spin the wheel to avoid some sheep and cows and crash into a sock and shoe.
“Dam her…pick up your clothes….”
“Shit…..”
Looking back the jeep is right behind me. Barbie’s face in a snarl. I stomp on the gas and the car shoots forward. Barbie comes along side me and rams the jeep into me.
“Huh……” I ram her back and we lose control sliding on the rug across the floor and slamming into a building block house. Blocks come tumbling down over the convertible and the jeep.
I get out of the car and pick my way thru the rubble. Then Barbie jumps me. We wrap our arms around each other and go against the jeep.
“Oh you bitch…”
“Fucking whore…”
“You cunt…”
“You slut…”
Thank God my daughter never heard her doll talk like this.
We take each other to the floor amid the blocks of rubble wrestling and fighting pulling hair scratching and clawing.
Her nails dig into my flesh. My nails do nothing on her plastic skin. Over and over we roll and fight till I soon realize we have an audience.
The toys gather around watching the two of us fight. I get her down she gets me down. Our tops get torn more and more exposing both our breasts. The toys watching are whispering about the difference between my breasts and Barbie’s. I notice Ken watching us fight. Barbie and I roll each other out into the open wrestling pulling hair, grunting and groaning. I get one of my legs in between hers and ram my thigh up into her hard plastic crotch. To my surprise I get a moan from her. I do it again and she moans louder. I look over and Ken is grabbing his crotch rubbing it. I shake my head wondering if there is a penis under his clothes. Barbie wrestles me over and grabs my tit squeezing it. The look on her face at the softness of my huge breast is comical and allows me to roll her over. So now I take advantage. I start rubbing our cunts together as we wrestle. We roll over and over. The toys yelling encouragement to fight. Ken rubbing his crotch hard. Barbie starts pushing back into my cunt rubbing hard. Our hips gyrating round and round.
I’m am about to have an orgasm. I pull myself hard into the plastic doll I’m wrestling with.
“Diane…honey are you OK….”
I open my eyes. My husband is kneeling over me.
“Geez you were really out…Lets get that head looked at…”
Melissa. So innocent stands there looking at at me holding her Barbie doll. The doll is stripped to the waist. Hair all a mess………….

The End