When Becky finally made it home, she made a dash for her room. There, she released all of her prizes from their temporary prisons and set them on her desk. The four beauties huddled together, staring up at the massive Becky, who attempted to seat herself at the desk.
The four girls took a brief moment to observe their surroundings. To their left was what appeared to be a giant Barbie dollhouse. In fact, the entire room was basically covered in Barbie décor. From the pink walls to the pink bed sheets, Christina, Taylor, Kayla and Sarah started to feel like they were in doll world.
Becky admired her new doll girls, who were huddled together. She smiled as she adjusted her seat.
“Welcome to your new home girlies!” Becky giggled. “I guess you can say I’m highly into dolls and what not.”
Kayla took a brave step forward. “We’re not dolls! Change us back and let us go!”
Becky slammed the table with both fists, making all four girls shriek and jump. “Quiet! Dolls do not talk back! You’re mine now and that’s all there is too it.”
“But we’re people!” Kayla urged. “You can’t ke—
Kayla was unexpectedly scooped up into Becky’s hand. She screamed as she brought in front of Becky’s angry “little” face. Kayla squirmed and flailed her little arms and legs, but she could not break the grip.
“Bad doll!” Becky blasted, shaking her hand slightly to get the little girl’s attention.
Kayla shrieked as a look of apprehension crossed her face. Her hands rested on the giant fist that held her.
“Please,” Kayla pleated. “Put me down!”
“You need to learn to behave! Got that?” To emphasize her point, Becky flicked Kayla in the head using her thumb and index finger from her other hand. Kayla’s head lolled from side to side, as a weak moan escaped her mouth.
“You’re mine now and you better get used to it dolly!”
Becky unlocked her fist, allowing Kayla to collapse hard upon the table. The little girl screamed as she felt the wind knocked out of her, and weakly tried to get up. Her friends rushed to her aid, doing their best to comfort her.
Becky became frustrated. “Quit your whining,” she said. “Dolls don’t whine.”
Without warning, Becky’s arm shot out, as her massive hand approached the huddle of girls. The girls only had a second to register what would happen next, as massive fingers suddenly wrapped around Taylor’s petite body, trapping her arms within Becky’s fist. Taylor screamed as she was pulled up to Becky’s grinning face, but even she knew it was useless to struggle.
Becky giggled. “You’re cute.” Using her index finger from her other hand, Becky began to prod Taylor’s face and stroke her hair. Taylor pleaded with her to stop, but Becky continued running her digit all throughout the little girl’s face.
“I know what we can do next!” Becky said excitedly. “How about a night out on the town?”
Taylor was slightly confused at what Becky meant. This little girl sure did have a big imagination. After all, she was just a child. To Taylor and her friends, she was a tormentor.
Before Taylor could question the giant girl’s idea, Becky suddenly grasped at Taylor’s shirt and began to pull.
“Hey!” Taylor shouted. “Stop! What are you doing?”
But Becky continued to pull. She wasn’t aware nor did she seem to care that this was starting to put a strain on Taylor. That’s when Taylor heard a rip. She looked down to find the fabric of her plaid shirt being torn right before her eyes. Becky tore the remaining pieces of Taylor’s shirt off her tiny body and carelessly discarded the material onto the floor.
Becky admired Taylor even more now that the little girl’s bra was displayed. Her thumb came up and pushed down on Taylor’s breasts, causing Taylor to shriek in surprise.
“These are called boobies right?” Becky asked, delighting in how they felt under her finger.
“Stop!” screamed Taylor. “Don’t touch me there!”
“But they’re fun to play with,” Becky replied, now rubbing her thumb in a circular motion.
Taylor began to moan. Her head rolled back, trying her hardest to resist this horrible pleasure, but found herself enjoying it all at the same time.
Becky giggled even more. “Come on Tiny Taylor. Time to finish taking off your stupid clothes.
Becky tugged Taylor’s pants off, which caused slight pain in the flailing girl. But to Taylor’s relief, Becky did not rip off her bra or panties. Holding her prize in one hand, Becky reached down and pulled open one of the desk drawers. Her free hand snaked its way into the contents and eventually grabbed a small rectangular box. Becky opened the box, which was a little difficult with one hand. In it, were various doll clothes that Becky spilled onto the table.
“I want you three to change out of your old clothes and put on these doll clothes,” Becky commanded.
The girls were hesitant, staring intently at the pile of stiff and delicate clothing. They weren’t certain if Becky was serious or not. But when Becky slammed her fists on the table, the girls needed no further instruction. Slowly, they began to strip out of their clothing, starting with their shoes and socks, and then their shirts.
“Faster!” Becky insisted, still working on the doll in her palm. Becky held up a pink, Barbie princess dress in front of Taylor, and easily slipped it over the tiny girl. Pushing Taylor’s hands out of the way, and pulling her legs through, the dress was securely fastened on Taylor’s body.
“Aw you look so cute Princess Taylor,” Becky cooed, reaching out to play with her long brown hair again.
Becky continued to prod and poke Taylor, delighting in the shrieks and squirms from the tiny girl. This kept up until the rest of the girls had changed into the various outfits laid out for them. Christina, Sarah and Kayla managed to put on the brightly colored doll dresses. They were a bit constricting, but then again, they had no choice but to comply.
Becky admired the three girls all dressed up in her doll outfits that were literally meant for real dolls. Setting Taylor down, Becky forcefully grabbed Christina into her hand, and rushed the tiny blonde up to her face. Christina shrieked, which was no surprise to Becky, who started to examine her.
“I think we should restyle your hair sweetie,” announced Becky, reaching into her drawer.
Christina was slightly confused, but even more terrified. What exactly did Becky mean by restyling her hair? She prayed that it wouldn’t hurt.
Becky brought out a brown felt tip marker, shaking the stick in front of the trapped girl. Becky popped off the cap and adjusted her fingers around the marker, aiming the felt tip in Christina’s direction.
“Wait!” Christina protested. “What are you doing?”
“Oh relax sweetie,” urged Becky. “Like I said, restyling your hair. I think you should at least match your little friends.”
It was true. Christina was the only blonde, while the rest of her friends were brunettes. Christina squirmed wildly, shaking her hair to avoid the ink. Becky, holding Christina firmly in one hand, secured the little girl’s head using her thumb and index finger. This required more effort on Becky’s part, but Christina was hardly able to move.
Becky inched the felt tip closer to Christina’s face. Before Christina knew it, the tip had brushed along her hair. It pressed down onto her tiny head, stroking multiple strands in downward motions. Becky ignored the little girl’s protests, and did not stop until all of her hair was covered in the brown ink.
Becky set the marker down and immediately grabbed Taylor in her other hand. She held both girls up to her face and smiled.
“Aw you too look so perfect!”
Without warning, Becky pressed the two girls together, tilting them as if making them kiss. Then she pulled her hands away and pushed the girls into each other again. She repeated this process another five times, before transferring Taylor into the hand that held Christina. Becky giggled and quickly retrieved Kayla and Sarah in her now free hand and attempted to stand up. The four girls looked up hesitantly at their smiling owner, having no idea what she had in store for them.
“Now for the real fun,” Becky said with a smirk, and walked to another section of her room.