Around me was a swirl of images - the joy of a raven haired little girl swinging, the passion of a bubbly liquid sipped on a beach, the inconsolable pain of loss as a coffin descends into the earth. As I swam among these images and many more, I tried to connect them. I wanted a cohesive narrative, but they refused. I soon realized that it took more and more effort to swim from one vignette to the next - these scenes were departing. Desperate - I reached out with all my might attempting to bridge the gap between thoughts. I saw red as the tension increased within my non-corporal form. Pushing past this, the red became hot, then searing. I felt pressure all over my body and the world went black.
* * *
I don’t know how much time passed until I became aware of myself again. When my mind’s eye opened, I was in an endless void. The images I was attempting to combine like a jigsaw puzzle were long gone. The sadness I felt over this loss was short-lived, as I felt new sensations about me. I slowly opened my eyes. I felt pain from the light, so I closed them. It cooled as my body was shaded.
A voice boomed like a drum above me, “Take your time, sweetie. The others have taught me that opening your eyes for the first time can be quite an experience.” I felt pressure sliding down my back, as if being petted, the booming voice continued to talk softly to me, encouraging me to take it slow - that there was no need to rush. The speech turned to a song as he hummed to me. I connected in my mind that this voice, and the pressure on my back, must be from the same deity.
The petting stopped and I felt some soft taps on my rear, “Ok sweetheart, I think your eyes may have adjusted, let’s try this again.”
My eyes parted and the pain was gone. The world was still a haze as I attempted to sit up. Helped by what I now realized were massive fingers, I was sat up. Those healing fingers, with a gentle and precise motion that I did not expect, massaged exactly the areas in my body which were sore from how I was laying. I couldn’t help but allow a small moan to escape my lips at the attention being given.
Above me was a Van Gogh-like smear of colors that appeared to be a face. In spite of the handling by branch sized fingers, I still gasped. My reaction elicited a response as I felt the hand tending to my sore muscles grab around my middle, from my breasts to my thighs. As I calmed, it too relaxed.
He could tell I was squinting at him, “Ah, I think I know what you need, Alexa.”
My mind raced as the mountain of a man turned. He left one hand on my calves, idly caressing my Mary Jane shod feet as he reached for something. He called me Alexa - was that my name? He certainly wouldn’t have called me Alexa unless that was my name, but it sounded odd in my ears.
As he turned towards me again, his face approached very close to my body. Coffee and age filled my nose as his hands deftly worked to secure thick framed black glasses to my face.
The world came sharply into view through the lenses. He clapped his hands and I could clearly see the proud smile on his face, “Alexa, you look absolutely beautiful. The glasses help bring out the hazel in your eyes. Come, look.” His right hand gently grasped my right forearm as his left hand slipped under my rear and thumb grasping my pelvis. He got me to my feet, and once he was confident I was steady, walked me to a nearby mirror.
The hand on my unheld arm covered my gasping mouth. I had black hair and hazel eyes. My lips were pink. On my tall but slim form I was wearing a blue shirt and white pants. My shoes were Mary Jane’s. My fingers were expertly painted in a hard red gel coat. All over my skin was like alabaster, smooth and pale. I stood what I estimated was 11 inches tall.
“What did you do to me?” I cried.
The monster sized head came into frame, “I built you, Alexa. My life’s work has been perfecting small anatomically correct human robots. These are sold as high end toys for the rich. You are my most advanced creation yet. However, don’t worry, my beautiful Alexa, you are mine and will stay with me. You see, I am very sick and will die soon, so I needed a helper - not someone to tear me down - so I built you to help me with my chores and body care.”
“Something isn’t right though - I don’t remember being a doll.”
The man again began petting my hair, “None of us remember the time before we were born. However, unlike real people, you don't need to spend twenty years to reach adulthood. You are very much an adult now. Here, let me see if I can calm some of your hysteria.”
He plucked me from the table as if I weighed nothing - the healing hand from before began pulling at my clothes. Although I struggled, this master craftsman deftly relieved me of my blue shirt, white pants and dainty footwear. I could see he paid as much attention to my toes as to my fingertips.
I put up my hands to stop the approach of his face, but he simply smiled and licked them with his massive tongue. “Mmm, you taste of cherries and vanilla. You are a wonderful Candy.” He tucked the loose arms in by my sides. I was fully in his control. He tasted my mouth before lapping on my breasts. Given they were the size of large blueberries to him, he was able to lap them both into his mouth at once. An explosion of colors entered my mind from this attention. My legs became coated in liquid, my vulva begging for his touch.
He noticed this but let the fluids collect. I was his, and he was going to enjoy his treat on his own terms. Those terms included hearing the doll shriek and moan in delight. He seemed to know exactly when my breasts were becoming fatigued as he would pause and swirl his tongue over my belly. He would then return, drawing from me more fluid.
After many rounds of this, his face backed away. His lips were red from the wetness and contact with my skin. With a wide smile he said, “I hope you are ready for release my tiny Alexa. I am going to take your tiny cookie now.” I had already tilted my head back as his lips met his palm to gobble the liquid that had collected. His upper lip grazed my labia and I nearly let go. Wanting to see where this ride got off, I mentally held on as he explored my nethers - tussling my tiny bush, tracing my labia majora and minora with the very tip of his tongue, and then finally suction on my near microscopic, to him, clitoris.
A flood of thoughts washed over me of men using me as a piece of meat to get their own release. These thoughts left as I came on the toymaker’s tongue. My body shuddered harder than it ever had before and as I relaxed, my mind drifted off. As I sailed away, I felt the toymaker gently caress and love on my body.
* * *
When I recovered, I found myself in a very soft, but oversized, terry cloth robe. The toymaker was caressing me while I sat on his chest. He was watching TV. I stroked his chest to let him know I was awake.
“My Alexa, how are you feeling?” he asked softly.
“I feel beautiful and loved,” I cooed.
“I am glad to hear my touch helped. I have waited a long time for that.”
“What do you mean?” I asked, that comment sounding odd.
He chuckled, “My dear, to build something as magnificent as you takes months and years. I have waited so long to meet you.”
That made sense. “If I may, as you were pleasuring me, I was filled with thoughts of other lovers. Men who were my size, who admittedly did not treat me as gentle as you. Why would that be?”
The toymaker drew a line with his finger from my forehead down to my toes, fireworks tingled throughout my body. “My sweet, sweet Alexa - to build your neural network I had to incorporate memories from many people. Since these memories came from humans, you remember the others at your same size. Future generations of dolls will have the benefit of your memory database, and won’t have the same problems with remembering things in different scales.”
I nodded, it made perfect sense.
* * *
Our life continued on in this manner for many months. I worked with the other creations in his house to learn how to take care of my toymaking master. I even helped him build a few more robot dolls. None were as sophisticated as me - they were clearly toys with plastic parts and no heart. Whenever I asked him why we weren’t building another like me, he said I was special. There would never be a second just like me because it would ruin the magic that we had.
Over time I had to fully assume his care, even washing him and meeting his intimate needs. I enjoyed rocking his cock between my knees until he released onto my chest. It was my way of expressing gratitude for the life he has given me.
This idyllic life ended far too soon, as the day came that my toy maker was taken from me.
* * *
I largely hid away as the toy maker’s family took care of his effects. He had told me to seek out his granddaughter, that adults would look to profit from me. His granddaughter sounded nice and that my life would continue in peace, at least until she was too old for dolls.
One fateful day she came to her grandfather’s shop as her parents continued the task of dismantling the life of the toy maker. I quietly slipped into her purse as she watched videos on a tablet. Several times a giant squid of fingers entered the purse and I had to dodge their grasp.
Once we were at her house, she sat down at a desk in her room. She continued to watch the tablet as I slipped out and stood before her. Clearly my throat loudly, I proclaimed, “My name is Alexa. Your grandfather, the toy maker, wanted you to have me.”
As she looked up from her tablet, her mouth dropped. She scooped me up and compressed me tightly to her chest. Sitting me into her left palm, she stroked my hair.
I could see her lip quivering, attempting to form words. “Wow granddad got me a Candace dollie!”
I shook my head violently, this can’t be true. “No, I am Alexa. I was built by your grandfather to help him.”
“No, no dollie, you are Candace! Let me show you.” She showed me several videos of a woman reviewing toys. Not only was her reviews not fair, they were mean.
“I can’t believe this…”
The giant girl continued playing with me as videos of a fight between Candace and the toymaker played. The girl decided to play one last video for me. In it, Candace’s family was pleading for her return.
“Please,” I begged. “Take me to them. I want to be with my family.”
With a smirk, the giant girl wiped away my tears, “Don’t be sad dollie, we are a family now.”