“Enjoy your tour of the Best Toys Factory!” the busty redhead said to the group of people as she finished scanning their passes and returned to watching her screen.

The dozen or so people that had previously been lined up orderly in front of the reception desk were now excitedly shuffling after another busty woman in a business top, pencil skirt, and loud, clacking heels.

One of those excited patrons was Tori Henn, a Best Toys superfan since she was a little girl. Now 28 years old, she had saved up enough from her job to take a short trip upstate to see how her favorite toys were made at one of the company’s main factories.

Her long black hair cascaded over her shoulders as she stepped up to join the group in waiting for their tour guide to take them into the factory proper. She proudly wore a low-cut pink top with the logo of the companies main product line, Bestie printed on the front, along with some tight-fitting jeans.

The Bestie line was one of the few newer lines of dolls that had been released and was able to stand up to the juggernaut that was Barbie. It had stood the test of time and was now nearly at the same level, while also offering more variety with its dolls.

Best Toys wasn’t just known for making children’s products, but also more adult versions of its properties that helped the company appeal to the older generation of its fans as they aged out of collecting dolls or action figures. Bestie was one of the biggest brands in not only dolls and accessories but also more adult toys, such as dildos and even sex dolls.

Tori was an avid consumer at all levels, she had almost every kind of product that Best Toys had put out for the Bestie brand and liked to consider herself a Bestie.

She took pride in how closely she resembled the main Bestie models, with her dark and perfect skin, silky hair, and nearly overexaggerated curves that were as close to the fake proportions of the doll as she could get without artificially changing her body. She would always spend her Halloweens dressed as a variation of the doll and some of her closest friends even called her Bestie.

“Okay everyone. If you would please follow me and stay close to each other, we will now begin the tour.” the busty blonde tour guide said as she turned and sashayed through the large metal doors and into the factory.

Tori and the rest of her group followed closely behind, excited to finally see just how Best Toys handled one of its biggest factories.

Once inside, the metal doors slid shut and the strong smell of rubber and other burning materials hit the tourists. All around them were small stations of cycling machinery, filling molds with liquid that would eventually be pressed and hardened into the base for each type of doll and action figure that the company produced.

“This is where the normal molds of our base products are produced. We have a constantly running set of heaters that are always melting down recycled material into the special liquid compound you see being used to fill each metal casing.”

The tour guide walked over and pointed to a small frame with a red light in the middle of one station, which was present in each of the various work areas.

“Each station is outfitted with a worker frame, which is used to monitor every mold and make sure there are no imperfections while pouring and ensure no mechanical errors hold up production. The red light you see is a scanner that sends that information back to our main information hub, where our staff keeps tabs on the entire factory.”

A man standing next to Tori who looked like he was a few years younger than her with a clean-cut face and thick glasses raised his hand, to which the tour guide gestured to him and gave him the floor.

“Is this process used for all of your moldings here? It seems like the liquid base, while easy to produce and form would give you some issues when making any of the bigger, more detailed products.”

Tori nodded, she had been thinking something similar. Of course the liquid molding process would be fine for creating the little toys that had limited mobility options and relied on joints to bend their arms and legs. There must be another process used when making the bigger, more high quality dolls.

“Indeed. We actually use multiple different bases for each product, with our liquid base only being used for anything say, that would be the size of your torso or smaller. Everything else is either custom ordered or made at a specialty factory and brought in and used for things like our Real Bestie line.”

The mention of Bestie had Tori immediately focusing on the woman, snapping her head forward and staring intensely at her, which she noticed.

“I see we have some Bestie fans in the group today. My dear, what is your name?” the blonde asked, gesturing to Tori and smiling.

“Tori ma’am.” she blushed and averted her eyes at the sharp, calculating gaze that the woman was giving her despite the rather warm grin.

“Ah, a lovely name for such a cutie. Why if you weren’t here walking alongside us, I might have thought a Bestie doll was misplaced from production,” she said, coming closer to Tori, who laughed along with the rest of the group.

The tour guide stalked around Tori, lightly prodding at her with a pen and nodding. “Yes, you fit the mold, are you sure you aren’t just a doll?” she joked and winked at the still blushing girl.

Deciding to play along despite her embarrassment, Tori just smiled. “Oh rats, you caught me. Yes, I am a Bestie doll who was left off of the production line while my sisters were packed up and sent off to be sold.”

The group laughed again, with the tour guide giggling as she poked at Tori again.

“Well we can’t have that now, can we? How about we show these lovely people how you were made and then we can make sure you get back where you belong?” the tour guide said, jotting some notes down and guiding Tori to the front of the group with her.

“That sounds wonderful ma’am, I am sure they would love to see my sisters be prepared for shipment.”

With the roleplay done, the group carried on, deeper into the factory, now in much higher spirits and joking with each other as their tour guide continued to explain some of the more interesting parts of the production. They stopped a handful of times at places like the Action Riders coloring machine and a small section where completed Bestie dolls were dressed in various outfits and packed up into their boxes.

At this point, the entire group was in on the joke, teasing or treating Tori like she was just a living Bestie doll that had joined them for the tour. Not once did anyone use her real name, she was now just Bestie to them, a living toy.

They were about an hour into the tour when a small, automated cart pushed by the group, carrying what looked like rubber mannequins inside. The tour guide stopped the group and pointed to the machine as it dumped the forms into a flat tray.

“As the young man here pointed out earlier, not all of our products can be made using the liquid molds, as they need to be more flexible or of an entirely different material entirely to work as designed,” she said as she approached the machine and pulled one of the forms out.

“This is a custom made rubber blank, made and shaped in one of our partner’s factories up north and shipped here to be used in the design and production phase here. These specific blanks are what become the Real Bestie dolls like our friend here.”

The tour guide walked over, holding the blank up next to Tori and gesturing between the two.

While the brown-colored rubber blank couldn’t stand on its own, it did look to be about as tall as Tori and its body shape was relatively close too. The group laughed as their guide put an arm around Tori’s waste too and said that she was just holding company property.

With that joke and comparison done, their guide placed the blank back into the machine.

“Now that they have been delivered, each blank will be sucked into the machine as needed and molded into a finalized version of the Real Bestie line. This is actually why that line of products is more expensive than say our plush toys or lifesize action figures because these rubber blanks are the entire reason the Real Besties feel and move so realistically.”

As they started walking again, the tour guide actually slid over to walk next to Tori.

“Would you be okay with being touched and moved around a bit Miss Tori?” the woman asked quietly, nearly making Tori jump.

“Uh… sure. Did you have something in mind?” she asked the grinning woman who just nodded and picked up the pace again.

The group came to a stop in front of a larger version of what looked like an airport luggage pickup area, with large conveyor belts all around carrying various toys and products into the waiting mouths of the next machines.

The specific machine in front of the group held around 20 Bestie dolls, all about the size of an average human woman and sporting cartoonish faces, body shapes, and expressions. Each was clad only in hot pink bras and panties, smiling ahead at the group with pearly white teeth.

“Normally this is where we would showcase the difference between one of our Real Bestie dolls and one of the more standard, lifesize Besties that are still made from a liquid mold. But since we already have one of our Real Besties here, feel free to feel her up while I go and grab the other product.”

Their tour guide roughly slapped Tori on the ass before walking away, entering a small room to the left of the machine.

Tori had no time to question what just happened before the rest of her group was upon her, apparently having no qualms listening to their guide and ignoring the fact she was not actually a doll. She felt hands roaming her body, squeezing her ass and breasts, with several even poking around her face and one set of fingers pushing past her lips to feel her teeth and mouth.

“Wow, she was right. This one is really realistic. I might need to buy one of them for my daughter,” one woman said as she squeezed Tori’s rear.

Another person, male this time, nodded in agreement. “I have a buddy who bought one after his wife left him. He says they are great in bed and he recommended them to me. Might have to snag and shag one.”

The group laughed at him, with a few women cringing slightly at his comments, as they continued to grope their fellow tourists. At some point Tori’s Bestie shirt had been removed, exposing her hot pink Bestie bra to them.

As they continued treating her like a toy, the tour guide returned, holding a plastic Bestie the same height as her in her arms.

“I see you are enjoying yourselves. This is the other model that we make on this scale, though obviously, it is more of a standard doll that is cheaper to produce. Why don’t you let me deal with the Real Bestie while you admire this model for a minute.”

The group reluctantly stopped playing with Tori, letting the tour guide swoop in and giggle at her predicament.

“Thank you for playing along, this has been the most fun tour for me in years. Having a living Bestie to help might need to become the standard,” the blonde joked, copping a feel of Tori’s breasts as the pair shared a laugh.

“It was no problem, this isn’t the first time I have pretended to be a Bestie doll before. It was fun, though I might need a new shirt.”

The two women giggled for a moment before a sharp grin appeared on the tour guide’s face. Taking Tori’s hand, she walked her away from the main group and closer to the machines that they had been inspecting earlier.

Now, standing in front of a conveyor belt that was slowly moving multiple Bestie dolls into another machine, Tori was surprised to feel a soft pair of hands on the small of her back. Turning to face her tour guide, she saw the slightly glazed look in her eyes.

“Sorry, but I have to do this. I have never been so turned on. The thought of you being packaged up and sold like any other toy we make here is just too much. Enjoy your new life as a Bestie doll Tori.”

“Wait!” but her cry fell on deaf ears as she was shoved forward, toppling over the short railing and plopping face-first onto a pair of Bestie dolls that were on the belt.