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Active Sissy Stories / Re: Doll Factory
« Last post by gunrunner on Today at 12:08:33 PM »
DaraJaney, in the previous chapter Joe was given a new music tape. It seemed he really liked the tape, and he became much more compliant. So, in my feeble mind, I supposed it was filled with subliminal messages or was a way to hypnotize him.
In this chapter, it seems he needs a lot more time with his new music.
In this chapter, it seems he needs a lot more time with his new music.
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: Doll Factory
« Last post by BabyJay on Today at 07:44:04 AM »
Looks like Joe is destined to remain a little Baby girl for the foreseeable future. Eagerly awaiting next episode to see what further humiliations His Mummy has in store for Him. :)
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: Failed and Faulty
« Last post by BabyJay on Today at 07:36:52 AM »
Mmmmmm!!! What a lucky boy Andy is. Taken in by Olivia and, it seems, turned into Her sissy Baby slave already. Look forward to next episodes. :)
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Active Sissy Stories / Failed and Faulty
« Last post by antonia on Today at 03:46:54 AM »
It has been a while but another attempt to entertain you.
Chapter One
Olivia was a successful business graduate who had made rapid progress in her father’s financial business and drove an expensive sports car that she had plenty of room to park in the five bedroom house that she had just purchased in Salisbury. Her piercing blue eyes, long flowing brown hair and perfect figure made her a much desired date with the opposite sex. This was a lady who was not for controlling but had her own rules and was not loose with her favours. Despite the gossip among the studs in the office, nobody had made it into her knickers or even come close to scoring that base.
Andy was her current suitor and had the normal passions and ambitions as every other hot blooded male. He had been going out with Olivia for three months and to date had made first base which was walking hand in hand as they promenaded. She was tall at over six feet tall, whereas he was diminutive in stature and barely cleared five feet. From a distance you might be forgiven for thinking that you were looking at a mother out with her child. His arm slightly raised in order to engage with her hand.
They really did get on extremely well, chatting and laughing, sharing a love for good food, fine wine and the ambience of a lovely restaurant. On a number of occasions, Andy had moved in for a kiss only for Olivia to pull back or turn away. “Do you really need to snog in the street?” She asked him “it’s a bit juvenile don’t you think?”
Andy just shrugged and put his arm around her, which was basically hugging her round the waste like a child, his head almost on her breast. She turned suddenly as they were crossing the road and he almost ended up with her tit in his mouth as he looked in the opposite direction for traffic. She chuckled and pulled him in tight, “naughty baby” she exclaimed. Andy responded with a mighty erection that almost stopped him from walking and a blush that was incandescent.
They arrived back at his car and he held open the door for her. He struggled to get in with his rising passion. He drove her home and walked her to the door, but he made no attempt to kiss her passionately and satisfied himself with a peck on the cheek. In his mind he had decided that this relationship was going nowhere.
“Would you like to stay the night?” She asked him “it’s very late and it’s Saturday tomorrow”. Andy was too surprised to answer immediately. Spend the night? He never saw that coming.
“I would love to stay” he said in a rather goofy voice that did nothing to support his maturity. They crossed the threshold, Olivia holding his hand to guide him into her lovely home. She took him into the lounge and sat him down on the sofa while she gathered a bottle of Montepulciano and two glasses. She poured them both a generous measure, giving one to Andy. “Cheers” he toasted her.
Olivia went to her bureau and removed a small box “here, try this it will help you relax” she said with a knowing wink. Andy accepted the proffered pill and washed it down with a large slug of his wine. In no time at all he felt himself swirling in a hazy dream state; he felt a warmth and need to be compliant. He hung on her every word, each word resonated like a crystal note that burned into his head. He floated upstairs being led like a toddler to his crib.
Words flowed over him as his clothes were taken off piece by piece. “You will lie with me. You will not make a mess in my bed. You will not put your seed in me. You will not do a wee wee in my bed. No poo poo in my bed. You are going to be protected from your eliminations”. She smiled at him as he had a huge smile on his face and gave her a look that was pure adoration. Olivia was giving him gentle instructions as she folded and pinned and crinkled with him. He felt secure and protected, a feeling he had not experienced since his earliest day. He felt himself being laid down in her bed. Olivia joined him wearing a simple but accessible night dress. He took her breast with her guidance and with gentleness he began to suc-kle. Olivia tingled In excitement and after a happy time moved Andy’s head lower down where he continued his administrations with oral stimulation. She came with a huge crescendo of orgasms that bounced from one to another until she was satiated.
Andy was away with the fairies, in a place where reality was mixed with his wildest thoughts. He snuggled up to Olivia who hugged him and gently patted his bottom as his mother had decades before. He moved to kiss her on the lips and received not her tongue but a rubber nipple that filled his mouth. It wasn’t her breast but the large shield rubbed comfortably across his face. Instincts previously dormant came rushing back to his new reality and the large dummy started to bob back and forth as he suc-ked it with relish. His last thought was something soft being placed around his neck as he drooled and dribbled. Then blackness.
Chapter One
Olivia was a successful business graduate who had made rapid progress in her father’s financial business and drove an expensive sports car that she had plenty of room to park in the five bedroom house that she had just purchased in Salisbury. Her piercing blue eyes, long flowing brown hair and perfect figure made her a much desired date with the opposite sex. This was a lady who was not for controlling but had her own rules and was not loose with her favours. Despite the gossip among the studs in the office, nobody had made it into her knickers or even come close to scoring that base.
Andy was her current suitor and had the normal passions and ambitions as every other hot blooded male. He had been going out with Olivia for three months and to date had made first base which was walking hand in hand as they promenaded. She was tall at over six feet tall, whereas he was diminutive in stature and barely cleared five feet. From a distance you might be forgiven for thinking that you were looking at a mother out with her child. His arm slightly raised in order to engage with her hand.
They really did get on extremely well, chatting and laughing, sharing a love for good food, fine wine and the ambience of a lovely restaurant. On a number of occasions, Andy had moved in for a kiss only for Olivia to pull back or turn away. “Do you really need to snog in the street?” She asked him “it’s a bit juvenile don’t you think?”
Andy just shrugged and put his arm around her, which was basically hugging her round the waste like a child, his head almost on her breast. She turned suddenly as they were crossing the road and he almost ended up with her tit in his mouth as he looked in the opposite direction for traffic. She chuckled and pulled him in tight, “naughty baby” she exclaimed. Andy responded with a mighty erection that almost stopped him from walking and a blush that was incandescent.
They arrived back at his car and he held open the door for her. He struggled to get in with his rising passion. He drove her home and walked her to the door, but he made no attempt to kiss her passionately and satisfied himself with a peck on the cheek. In his mind he had decided that this relationship was going nowhere.
“Would you like to stay the night?” She asked him “it’s very late and it’s Saturday tomorrow”. Andy was too surprised to answer immediately. Spend the night? He never saw that coming.
“I would love to stay” he said in a rather goofy voice that did nothing to support his maturity. They crossed the threshold, Olivia holding his hand to guide him into her lovely home. She took him into the lounge and sat him down on the sofa while she gathered a bottle of Montepulciano and two glasses. She poured them both a generous measure, giving one to Andy. “Cheers” he toasted her.
Olivia went to her bureau and removed a small box “here, try this it will help you relax” she said with a knowing wink. Andy accepted the proffered pill and washed it down with a large slug of his wine. In no time at all he felt himself swirling in a hazy dream state; he felt a warmth and need to be compliant. He hung on her every word, each word resonated like a crystal note that burned into his head. He floated upstairs being led like a toddler to his crib.
Words flowed over him as his clothes were taken off piece by piece. “You will lie with me. You will not make a mess in my bed. You will not put your seed in me. You will not do a wee wee in my bed. No poo poo in my bed. You are going to be protected from your eliminations”. She smiled at him as he had a huge smile on his face and gave her a look that was pure adoration. Olivia was giving him gentle instructions as she folded and pinned and crinkled with him. He felt secure and protected, a feeling he had not experienced since his earliest day. He felt himself being laid down in her bed. Olivia joined him wearing a simple but accessible night dress. He took her breast with her guidance and with gentleness he began to suc-kle. Olivia tingled In excitement and after a happy time moved Andy’s head lower down where he continued his administrations with oral stimulation. She came with a huge crescendo of orgasms that bounced from one to another until she was satiated.
Andy was away with the fairies, in a place where reality was mixed with his wildest thoughts. He snuggled up to Olivia who hugged him and gently patted his bottom as his mother had decades before. He moved to kiss her on the lips and received not her tongue but a rubber nipple that filled his mouth. It wasn’t her breast but the large shield rubbed comfortably across his face. Instincts previously dormant came rushing back to his new reality and the large dummy started to bob back and forth as he suc-ked it with relish. His last thought was something soft being placed around his neck as he drooled and dribbled. Then blackness.
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: Doll Factory
« Last post by DaraJaney on Today at 01:31:26 AM »
One day Mrs Lawson visited and said she had a favour to ask. She smiled down at Joe playing with rattles in his play pen. “I think we could set up quite a successful business selling baby outfits and nursery furniture in just about any size that anyone wanted to order. What we need are photos for a website shop. Could we take photos of Baby Joe in his pretty outfits and sitting in his play-pen, in his high-chair and lying in his cot?” “Of course!” his mother responded without hesitation. Joe paused mid-shake of his rattle. Photos of him in his baby dresses and nappies on the internet?! But nobody asked him. His mummy just agreed that they would start the next day.
So they spent the next day taking photos of him in his original two dresses playing with rattles in his play pen. Mrs Lawson also took some video of him clutching the side bars and pawing his mittens at the baby-proof bolt that ensured he was kept safely in the pen.
Then he was strapped into his high chair and photos were taken of him being bottle-fed and spoon-fed. Then some video of him straining against the straps and kicking his booties in frustration at being left in the high-chair.
Then he was changed into his pink sleeper and tucked into his cot for more photos showing off its pink canopy.
The following day he was being photo’d and videoed in his romper including lying back on his new changing table demonstrating the snap crotch for easy changing. Finally lots of photos in his cerise baby dress to complete the collection.
Mrs Lawson reported that business was booming thanks to the photos. She said she was looking at lots of new dress and romper designs and hoped that Joe would be available to model them. His mother was only too happy to agree. Joe couldn’t understand how there could be such a market for baby clothes in large sizes but the photos and videos were putting all sorts of ideas in the heads of mothers and wives across the country.
“You know the images would probably be even more effective if we had a more appropriate nursery setting.” Joe sighed. It sounded like they were going to take him to the creche for his photograph sessions.
“This will all require some investment so can we be guaranteed that Joe will be available for modelling and testing new accessories for another year?” “Hhhnngggg?” “That should be fine”, his mother replied. “Nnnnggggh!” “But you need to wear your nappies anyway”, she reasoned, “I’m not sure we’d be able to toilet train you again.” Joe was devastated.
The next day he sat in his play-pen which had been moved into his room. All his football and rock music posters were removed and his mother and Mrs Lawson started scraping the wallpaper off. It was replaced with a nursery pattern of pastel coloured fairies. They weren’t taking him to a nursery to do the photos, they were converting his room into a nursery! His curtains were replaced with pink flouncy curtains and floral patterned net curtains. Pink shelves were screwed into the walls and dolls and cuddly toys lined up on them as well as stiff-paged story books.
His white chest of drawers had words stencilled onto the drawers in big fat jolly letters: “Nappies”, “Plastic Pants”, “Nappy covers” and “Tights”.
Lots more photos and videos were taken of Joe in his play-pen, high-chair and cot, now surrounded by the perfectly decorated girly nursery.
A few days later Mrs Lawson arrived with a bag. She took out what looked to him like a concoction of petticoats without any dress over them. Joe’s dress was removed and the pettislip was thrown over his head and pulled down around him. The petticoats flared from right under his armpits and there appeared to be at least five layers of organza.
He was moved over to the mirror. He could see that the petticoats only reached the top few inches of his nappy cover. “Perfect! All of his new dresses will be made to go over this pettislip”, Mrs Lawson told them. To illustrate she took out his first new dress. It was an apricot colour with lemon trimming – not that he could have named the odd colours. The dress was put on him over his pettislip and was inevitably followed by a matching apricot bonnet with lemon lace trim. His nappy cover was in reverse colours – lemon with apricot frills across his bottom. Matching mitten covers were pulled on over his padded mittens and reverse colour booties completed the ensemble.
Joe suc-ked dumbfounded on his soother, his arms resting on his vast petticoats. The ladies were delighted with the perfection of his carefully colour coordinated multi-piece outfit. “Wait until they see this down the shop!” his mother gushed and Joe cringed at the idea of going out in public in this eye-catching outfit.
As his dress and romper collection grew along the rail specially installed for them Joe gradually had to accept that there was to be no early release from this. His mother, Mrs Lawson, Annie and the ladies at the creche were all delighted with developments and were always particularly pleased when he acted like a good baby girl. Things seemed to go best for him when he was good. So he gave up any resistance and complaining and just had to accept that his fate was out of his hands. But he worried that without any complaint from him, would there be any end to this?
So they spent the next day taking photos of him in his original two dresses playing with rattles in his play pen. Mrs Lawson also took some video of him clutching the side bars and pawing his mittens at the baby-proof bolt that ensured he was kept safely in the pen.
Then he was strapped into his high chair and photos were taken of him being bottle-fed and spoon-fed. Then some video of him straining against the straps and kicking his booties in frustration at being left in the high-chair.
Then he was changed into his pink sleeper and tucked into his cot for more photos showing off its pink canopy.
The following day he was being photo’d and videoed in his romper including lying back on his new changing table demonstrating the snap crotch for easy changing. Finally lots of photos in his cerise baby dress to complete the collection.
Mrs Lawson reported that business was booming thanks to the photos. She said she was looking at lots of new dress and romper designs and hoped that Joe would be available to model them. His mother was only too happy to agree. Joe couldn’t understand how there could be such a market for baby clothes in large sizes but the photos and videos were putting all sorts of ideas in the heads of mothers and wives across the country.
“You know the images would probably be even more effective if we had a more appropriate nursery setting.” Joe sighed. It sounded like they were going to take him to the creche for his photograph sessions.
“This will all require some investment so can we be guaranteed that Joe will be available for modelling and testing new accessories for another year?” “Hhhnngggg?” “That should be fine”, his mother replied. “Nnnnggggh!” “But you need to wear your nappies anyway”, she reasoned, “I’m not sure we’d be able to toilet train you again.” Joe was devastated.
The next day he sat in his play-pen which had been moved into his room. All his football and rock music posters were removed and his mother and Mrs Lawson started scraping the wallpaper off. It was replaced with a nursery pattern of pastel coloured fairies. They weren’t taking him to a nursery to do the photos, they were converting his room into a nursery! His curtains were replaced with pink flouncy curtains and floral patterned net curtains. Pink shelves were screwed into the walls and dolls and cuddly toys lined up on them as well as stiff-paged story books.
His white chest of drawers had words stencilled onto the drawers in big fat jolly letters: “Nappies”, “Plastic Pants”, “Nappy covers” and “Tights”.
Lots more photos and videos were taken of Joe in his play-pen, high-chair and cot, now surrounded by the perfectly decorated girly nursery.
A few days later Mrs Lawson arrived with a bag. She took out what looked to him like a concoction of petticoats without any dress over them. Joe’s dress was removed and the pettislip was thrown over his head and pulled down around him. The petticoats flared from right under his armpits and there appeared to be at least five layers of organza.
He was moved over to the mirror. He could see that the petticoats only reached the top few inches of his nappy cover. “Perfect! All of his new dresses will be made to go over this pettislip”, Mrs Lawson told them. To illustrate she took out his first new dress. It was an apricot colour with lemon trimming – not that he could have named the odd colours. The dress was put on him over his pettislip and was inevitably followed by a matching apricot bonnet with lemon lace trim. His nappy cover was in reverse colours – lemon with apricot frills across his bottom. Matching mitten covers were pulled on over his padded mittens and reverse colour booties completed the ensemble.
Joe suc-ked dumbfounded on his soother, his arms resting on his vast petticoats. The ladies were delighted with the perfection of his carefully colour coordinated multi-piece outfit. “Wait until they see this down the shop!” his mother gushed and Joe cringed at the idea of going out in public in this eye-catching outfit.
As his dress and romper collection grew along the rail specially installed for them Joe gradually had to accept that there was to be no early release from this. His mother, Mrs Lawson, Annie and the ladies at the creche were all delighted with developments and were always particularly pleased when he acted like a good baby girl. Things seemed to go best for him when he was good. So he gave up any resistance and complaining and just had to accept that his fate was out of his hands. But he worried that without any complaint from him, would there be any end to this?
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: Doll Factory
« Last post by DaraJaney on Yesterday at 01:14:32 AM »
That evening as he lay back in his cot, tummy full of warm milk, legs spread further wide by his extra thick nappy and clutching his dolly. His mother hung across the string of rattles that would keep him amused until he drifted off to sleep. Then she told him “Mrs Lawson gave me a new tape that Annie has grown out of, shall we try it?” Joe nodded – it couldn’t be any worse than the nursery rhymes.
She inserted the tape and pressed play. Much to Joe’s surprise, because he was becoming used to one torment after another, what he heard was a lovely woman’s voice with a pretty accompaniment on a harp. The woman sang about pretty princesses. While that wasn’t a subject matter that would interest him, it was such a relief from the clanging nursery rhymes. “OK?” Joe smiled and nodded.
The music was so lovely he decided against his rattles and just lay there clutching his dolly. Quite soon the soothing music had him dozing off. He half woke momentarily to hear that it had moved on to a song about Cinderella in her dress at the ball. He drifted off again. A while later, he was aware the song was about a ballerina and her tutus. He wasn’t sure after that – was there something about petticoats? He might have dreamed it. The songs had a dreamlike quality anyway.
The next evening as he was finishing his bottle in his cot his mummy asked “Nursery rhymes?” He shook his head vigorously. “The princess tape?” He nodded just as certainly. She pressed play and he relaxed as the pretty songs soothed him off to fitful sleep. After a week or so his mummy stopped asking and just played the princess tape every evening.
One day his mother asked him “shall we go to the shop for your lollipop?” He nodded. He loved getting the lollipop but it did mean walking out in public in his yellow baby dress. When Mrs Lawson heard he was being taken out and about now, she had a pink harness made for him.
Locals were becoming used to the sight now and some of the people they met just complimented Joe on his pretty outfit and went on to have a conversation with his mum about some local gossip. It didn’t make him feel any better that his being kept in baby dresses and nappies was being seen as normal locally. He would get impatient for his lolly and uncomfortable about standing around in public in his baby dress and obvious nappy. After a while he would make to go towards the shop to give his mum a strong hint but she would just give him a firm tug on his harness and he’d have to stay there.
His mum noticed that when he sat down in his play-pen now he carefully arranged his petticoats around him. If the lace trim on his booties was sticking upwards he would carefully smooth it down. One time he was passing a mirror and noticed that his bonnet was tilted to one side so he stopped and pushed the ribbons back and forth until it was straight. She reckoned all those songs about pretty dresses and petticoats were having an effect.
He seemed to be more accepting of his situation. His mummy and the young ladies at his creche, particularly Marsie, seemed so pleased when he was a good little baby girl and Marsie was so lovely when she smiled, he did try to please her.
One day he was being taken to the shop in the dress Annie designed for him, his mummy strapped him into his harness and then realised she didn’t have her purse. When she returned he was checking his dress out in the hall mirror and had spotted that his petticoats were sticking up at the back so he was carefully smoothing them down. “Nnnngggghhhh!” he gurgled through his soother when he saw her. He pointed a mitten down at his tights. “Oh is there a black thread on your lovely cerise tights?” He reached down to show that he couldn’t remove the thread with his hands in their mittens. In doing so he presented a lovely view of the cerise frills on his knickers which she knew passers-by would appreciate on his walk to the shop. “Let me get that for you”, she reached down and picked off the thread. While she was there she poufed out his petticoats nicely which previously would have annoyed him but he just looked in the mirror and seemed to like how much prettier they looked.
She inserted the tape and pressed play. Much to Joe’s surprise, because he was becoming used to one torment after another, what he heard was a lovely woman’s voice with a pretty accompaniment on a harp. The woman sang about pretty princesses. While that wasn’t a subject matter that would interest him, it was such a relief from the clanging nursery rhymes. “OK?” Joe smiled and nodded.
The music was so lovely he decided against his rattles and just lay there clutching his dolly. Quite soon the soothing music had him dozing off. He half woke momentarily to hear that it had moved on to a song about Cinderella in her dress at the ball. He drifted off again. A while later, he was aware the song was about a ballerina and her tutus. He wasn’t sure after that – was there something about petticoats? He might have dreamed it. The songs had a dreamlike quality anyway.
The next evening as he was finishing his bottle in his cot his mummy asked “Nursery rhymes?” He shook his head vigorously. “The princess tape?” He nodded just as certainly. She pressed play and he relaxed as the pretty songs soothed him off to fitful sleep. After a week or so his mummy stopped asking and just played the princess tape every evening.
One day his mother asked him “shall we go to the shop for your lollipop?” He nodded. He loved getting the lollipop but it did mean walking out in public in his yellow baby dress. When Mrs Lawson heard he was being taken out and about now, she had a pink harness made for him.
Locals were becoming used to the sight now and some of the people they met just complimented Joe on his pretty outfit and went on to have a conversation with his mum about some local gossip. It didn’t make him feel any better that his being kept in baby dresses and nappies was being seen as normal locally. He would get impatient for his lolly and uncomfortable about standing around in public in his baby dress and obvious nappy. After a while he would make to go towards the shop to give his mum a strong hint but she would just give him a firm tug on his harness and he’d have to stay there.
His mum noticed that when he sat down in his play-pen now he carefully arranged his petticoats around him. If the lace trim on his booties was sticking upwards he would carefully smooth it down. One time he was passing a mirror and noticed that his bonnet was tilted to one side so he stopped and pushed the ribbons back and forth until it was straight. She reckoned all those songs about pretty dresses and petticoats were having an effect.
He seemed to be more accepting of his situation. His mummy and the young ladies at his creche, particularly Marsie, seemed so pleased when he was a good little baby girl and Marsie was so lovely when she smiled, he did try to please her.
One day he was being taken to the shop in the dress Annie designed for him, his mummy strapped him into his harness and then realised she didn’t have her purse. When she returned he was checking his dress out in the hall mirror and had spotted that his petticoats were sticking up at the back so he was carefully smoothing them down. “Nnnngggghhhh!” he gurgled through his soother when he saw her. He pointed a mitten down at his tights. “Oh is there a black thread on your lovely cerise tights?” He reached down to show that he couldn’t remove the thread with his hands in their mittens. In doing so he presented a lovely view of the cerise frills on his knickers which she knew passers-by would appreciate on his walk to the shop. “Let me get that for you”, she reached down and picked off the thread. While she was there she poufed out his petticoats nicely which previously would have annoyed him but he just looked in the mirror and seemed to like how much prettier they looked.
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: The birthday party
« Last post by sweet baby katie on May 21, 2026, 09:18:24 AM »
An OK start. Slow down your writing by filling in your descriptions, presenting more detail, of both physical matters (clothing, setting, etc.) and emotional states (of both Mommy and the baby). That being said, please continue and do not give up.
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: Doll Factory
« Last post by DaraJaney on May 21, 2026, 02:31:35 AM »
Eventually the van stopped, the back doors were opened and his doll box was lowered onto a trolley. As Joe got nearer to the house, he could hear more and more voices. There was clearly a party going on with dozens of guests! He was going to be unwrapped in front of a crowd! He felt that familiar warmth spread around his nappy.
His box was stood somewhere in a noisy room. It didn’t sound like there was any move to unwrap him. The party continued. He could hear people comment on the size of the present and speculate what it might be.
Eventually he heard Mrs Lawson. “Quiet everyone, let’s get to the present opening. Annie, start with the smallest and work your way up.” Joe sighed. She was going to spin it out for all it was worth.
He heard a succession of presents being opened but had no idea when she would get to him. Finally, he heard “OK, now for the big one!” The chatter died down as Annie tore the wrapping paper away impatiently. People were eager to find out what was in the big box.
Annie was clearly delighted when she saw Joe in the cerise baby dress and extra thick nappies she had designed for him. The audience were equally enthusiastic. “Oh it’s Baby Joe in a brand new dress!” There was applause and lots of photos were taken of Annie standing proudly by her new doll in its box.
But it transpired that she was more interested in the gaming pad that was one of her more expensive presents. Joe was left strapped into the box while she investigated a game. The mothers tittered. “Typical! She’s more interested in the latest gadget than in a good old-fashioned doll!”
Joe couldn’t help be offended but then, did he really want to have to walk around the party crowd in this mortifying outfit and extra thick nappy that was already wet? Eventually Annie was persuaded to take her doll out to play with.
Joe stepped out of the box when his ties were cut and realised that he could only waddle in his extremely thick nappy. Everyone was highly amused how much more babyish he looked. Annie was getting lots of praise for designing his outfit.
When he saw himself in a mirror he wasn’t sure if his new dress was even shorter than his other dresses or whether it was just the effect of his thicker, even more prominent, nappy.
“He’d been in that box a while”, his mother said, “I’d better check him.” To his consternation his mother pulled his frilly knickers down around his ankles and his tights down around his knees in order to stick her finger inside the elasticated leg openings on his plastic pants. “Just one wetting I think”, she announced and if anyone didn’t know that Joe was using his nappies, they did now and they knew that he had actually used it. She pulled his tights and knickers up again. “Don’t worry I have everything you need here”, she assured him. She had his changing bag – which seemed to be bulging, suggesting that his extra thick nappy was not a once-off. She took out his feeding bottle and insisted that he take his bottle right there in front of everyone.
To him the party seemed to continue for an age. Eventually people started to leave. “Annie, put away all your toys now”, her mother instructed her. Annie reluctantly slipped her gaming device into its pouch. Mrs Lawson and his mother took Joe by the arms and brought him back to his doll box. He whimpered through his soother but was firmly strapped back into the box and placed in the middle of all the toys.
Everyone admired the toy collection as they passed by to leave. Lots of the little girls wanted their photo taken beside Joe strapped into his doll box. Mrs Lawson was only too happy to oblige.
The last mother to leave took Mrs Lawson aside. “It’s my Jennie’s birthday next week. Do you think we could have a big pretty dolly for her too?” They both smiled at Joe who had stopped suc-king on his soother momentarily. “I’ll talk to his mum but I’m sure we can do that for an appropriate fee.” “Excellent!” the mother responded. Joe could see that she was thinking about what baby dress design she might have him dressed in.
His box was stood somewhere in a noisy room. It didn’t sound like there was any move to unwrap him. The party continued. He could hear people comment on the size of the present and speculate what it might be.
Eventually he heard Mrs Lawson. “Quiet everyone, let’s get to the present opening. Annie, start with the smallest and work your way up.” Joe sighed. She was going to spin it out for all it was worth.
He heard a succession of presents being opened but had no idea when she would get to him. Finally, he heard “OK, now for the big one!” The chatter died down as Annie tore the wrapping paper away impatiently. People were eager to find out what was in the big box.
Annie was clearly delighted when she saw Joe in the cerise baby dress and extra thick nappies she had designed for him. The audience were equally enthusiastic. “Oh it’s Baby Joe in a brand new dress!” There was applause and lots of photos were taken of Annie standing proudly by her new doll in its box.
But it transpired that she was more interested in the gaming pad that was one of her more expensive presents. Joe was left strapped into the box while she investigated a game. The mothers tittered. “Typical! She’s more interested in the latest gadget than in a good old-fashioned doll!”
Joe couldn’t help be offended but then, did he really want to have to walk around the party crowd in this mortifying outfit and extra thick nappy that was already wet? Eventually Annie was persuaded to take her doll out to play with.
Joe stepped out of the box when his ties were cut and realised that he could only waddle in his extremely thick nappy. Everyone was highly amused how much more babyish he looked. Annie was getting lots of praise for designing his outfit.
When he saw himself in a mirror he wasn’t sure if his new dress was even shorter than his other dresses or whether it was just the effect of his thicker, even more prominent, nappy.
“He’d been in that box a while”, his mother said, “I’d better check him.” To his consternation his mother pulled his frilly knickers down around his ankles and his tights down around his knees in order to stick her finger inside the elasticated leg openings on his plastic pants. “Just one wetting I think”, she announced and if anyone didn’t know that Joe was using his nappies, they did now and they knew that he had actually used it. She pulled his tights and knickers up again. “Don’t worry I have everything you need here”, she assured him. She had his changing bag – which seemed to be bulging, suggesting that his extra thick nappy was not a once-off. She took out his feeding bottle and insisted that he take his bottle right there in front of everyone.
To him the party seemed to continue for an age. Eventually people started to leave. “Annie, put away all your toys now”, her mother instructed her. Annie reluctantly slipped her gaming device into its pouch. Mrs Lawson and his mother took Joe by the arms and brought him back to his doll box. He whimpered through his soother but was firmly strapped back into the box and placed in the middle of all the toys.
Everyone admired the toy collection as they passed by to leave. Lots of the little girls wanted their photo taken beside Joe strapped into his doll box. Mrs Lawson was only too happy to oblige.
The last mother to leave took Mrs Lawson aside. “It’s my Jennie’s birthday next week. Do you think we could have a big pretty dolly for her too?” They both smiled at Joe who had stopped suc-king on his soother momentarily. “I’ll talk to his mum but I’m sure we can do that for an appropriate fee.” “Excellent!” the mother responded. Joe could see that she was thinking about what baby dress design she might have him dressed in.
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: Doll Factory
« Last post by DaraJaney on May 19, 2026, 06:03:36 PM »
A couple of days later Mrs Lawson arrived with another large box. Joe wondered what torture device had they come up with now. This assembled into a large stroller. Joe was sat in it and, as with his high-chair and booster seat, was firmly strapped in.
His mother pushed it along and it moved very smoothly. There were steps up to the front door of the house so she had to take him out the back door “until we get a ramp installed”, she said. Before going out the back door, his mother said “just a minute”. Although he was in his pink dress, she changed him from its matching bonnet into his more practical bonnet for going outside in the sun.
He whimpered as he was pushed out onto the footpath but there was no stopping her. A lady from further down the street came out of her house. “Oh there’s Baby Joe”, she laughed. “Lovely to see you out and about.” Joe squirmed in his nappy and petticoats as she admired his outfit. “Glad to see you are keeping the sun off his face in that lovely bonnet”, she tittered.
They continued out on the main road. Clearly everyone had heard about him so nobody was outraged, just delighted to finally see the naughty teenage boy who was getting very appropriate come-uppance for breaking into the doll factory.
They went into the newsagent, Mrs Cowley. “Oh look at the pretty baby!” She reached for a lollipop. Joe’s eyes actually widened. He hadn’t been given anything sweet since he’d been nappied. She held the lollipop in front of him. “Clap hands!” she prompted him. He didn’t hesitate and clapped his mittens together. “There we go!” She popped his soother out and replaced it with the lollipop. They were delighted how Joe enthusiastically suc-ked on the lollipop.
“Now every time you come here you can have a free lollipop”, Mrs Cowley told him. “Great, you can be sure we’ll come regularly so”, his mother replied happily.
The following week he was wheeled down to the doll factory. He wasn’t particularly pleased to see the place that was the start of his humiliation and wondered why he was being taken there.
His mother took him into the baby changing room which puzzled him as he’d only wet his nappy once. When she’d cleaned him up, she pulled him down off the changing table and pushed him towards the door. “Nnnngggghhh!” he protested through the soother as he was only wearing his mittens and the chastity device on his boy parts.
He was pushed towards the production line and could see Mrs Lawson sitting at the controls. He heard the dreaded beep and his mother stood back sharpish. He was picked up and propelled towards the line. Not again!
He had a nappy pinned on that felt twice as thick as his normal nappies. A suitably large pair of plastic pants were pulled up over that and then he was dressed in cerise tights. He had no idea the colour was called that. All he knew was that it was an even more intense pink than his prettiest baby dress.
Then he saw a baby pink dress with cerise hearts on it enclosing him and being sewn up. Matching baby pink knickers with cerise frilly lace were pulled up over his tights and then a similar bonnet with five rows of frilly lace around the brim was secured on his head.
But he wondered why they went to the trouble of getting the factory machines to dress him when they could simply have dressed him in this at home.
His mother walked along in front of him as he was being moved further long the line. “It’s Annie’s birthday and she’s asked for a big new doll as a present.” Joe could now see the cardboard backing and plastic box being lined up. “NNNNGGGHHHH!” “Little Annie helped us design your outfit”, she told him, smiling at all the different shades of pink that he was now completely enveloped in.
Joe was held in front of the cardboard backing and, as before, was firmly secured to it with tie wraps around his wrists, ankles and chest. The plastic cover was sealed to the cardboard. This time the box was wrapped in glittery wrapping paper so he could no longer see out and two large bows were glued to the front. He heard the squeak of a marker as his mother wrote on the outside of the box “Happy Birthday Annie!”
Joe’s doll box was lowered to the ground and he was picked up on a trolley and delivered into the back of a van. There was nothing he could do but stand where he was secured, as he was driven, he presumed, to Annie’s house.
His mother pushed it along and it moved very smoothly. There were steps up to the front door of the house so she had to take him out the back door “until we get a ramp installed”, she said. Before going out the back door, his mother said “just a minute”. Although he was in his pink dress, she changed him from its matching bonnet into his more practical bonnet for going outside in the sun.
He whimpered as he was pushed out onto the footpath but there was no stopping her. A lady from further down the street came out of her house. “Oh there’s Baby Joe”, she laughed. “Lovely to see you out and about.” Joe squirmed in his nappy and petticoats as she admired his outfit. “Glad to see you are keeping the sun off his face in that lovely bonnet”, she tittered.
They continued out on the main road. Clearly everyone had heard about him so nobody was outraged, just delighted to finally see the naughty teenage boy who was getting very appropriate come-uppance for breaking into the doll factory.
They went into the newsagent, Mrs Cowley. “Oh look at the pretty baby!” She reached for a lollipop. Joe’s eyes actually widened. He hadn’t been given anything sweet since he’d been nappied. She held the lollipop in front of him. “Clap hands!” she prompted him. He didn’t hesitate and clapped his mittens together. “There we go!” She popped his soother out and replaced it with the lollipop. They were delighted how Joe enthusiastically suc-ked on the lollipop.
“Now every time you come here you can have a free lollipop”, Mrs Cowley told him. “Great, you can be sure we’ll come regularly so”, his mother replied happily.
The following week he was wheeled down to the doll factory. He wasn’t particularly pleased to see the place that was the start of his humiliation and wondered why he was being taken there.
His mother took him into the baby changing room which puzzled him as he’d only wet his nappy once. When she’d cleaned him up, she pulled him down off the changing table and pushed him towards the door. “Nnnngggghhh!” he protested through the soother as he was only wearing his mittens and the chastity device on his boy parts.
He was pushed towards the production line and could see Mrs Lawson sitting at the controls. He heard the dreaded beep and his mother stood back sharpish. He was picked up and propelled towards the line. Not again!
He had a nappy pinned on that felt twice as thick as his normal nappies. A suitably large pair of plastic pants were pulled up over that and then he was dressed in cerise tights. He had no idea the colour was called that. All he knew was that it was an even more intense pink than his prettiest baby dress.
Then he saw a baby pink dress with cerise hearts on it enclosing him and being sewn up. Matching baby pink knickers with cerise frilly lace were pulled up over his tights and then a similar bonnet with five rows of frilly lace around the brim was secured on his head.
But he wondered why they went to the trouble of getting the factory machines to dress him when they could simply have dressed him in this at home.
His mother walked along in front of him as he was being moved further long the line. “It’s Annie’s birthday and she’s asked for a big new doll as a present.” Joe could now see the cardboard backing and plastic box being lined up. “NNNNGGGHHHH!” “Little Annie helped us design your outfit”, she told him, smiling at all the different shades of pink that he was now completely enveloped in.
Joe was held in front of the cardboard backing and, as before, was firmly secured to it with tie wraps around his wrists, ankles and chest. The plastic cover was sealed to the cardboard. This time the box was wrapped in glittery wrapping paper so he could no longer see out and two large bows were glued to the front. He heard the squeak of a marker as his mother wrote on the outside of the box “Happy Birthday Annie!”
Joe’s doll box was lowered to the ground and he was picked up on a trolley and delivered into the back of a van. There was nothing he could do but stand where he was secured, as he was driven, he presumed, to Annie’s house.
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: His Aunt Nicole
« Last post by Simonssister on May 19, 2026, 10:42:00 AM »
Chapter 340.
For Tim, the next three days were dedicated to one element of his training – discipline. This was where Priscilla considered he was most vulnerable to error, and consequently she pushed him to his limits. Every now and then he would question an instruction, or frown at a duty. And the one thing certain about Connie Brookshaw was that, though she appeared kind and considerate, she couldn’t abide disobedience – or indeed mere reluctance – as a response to an order. She expected total and unconditional compliance. She didn’t even like a maid asking for clarification! “They should be trained know what I want,” was her uncompromising view. In the past one maid had been sent back – though not before he had received some painful chastisement, and experienced some other less orthodox humiliations – and two others had returned severely distressed.
It was Wednesday afternoon. Serena was delivering a final caution.
“Just do exactly what she tells you,” said Serena, “and do it without question. Do you understand? It’s not only for your own good. The reputation of ESDS is on the line. Yes, you did a great job at Debbie’s wedding. But that was a cakewalk compared with Mrs Brookshaw.”
“Okay. I understand. I promise I’ll be ever so good and submissive. From what I’ve heard she’s not someone I want to get on the wrong side of…”
“Absolutely right. You’ll do anything, won’t you, Tim? Just keep her happy.”
“Will do, miss.” He paused. “Er… Have any of my outfits arrived? I saw some boxes…”
“You don’t miss much, do you? Yes, they have. But they’re for tomorrow.”
“I couldn’t just try one…?” he pleaded.
Serena looked at him and shook her head. “You’re incorrigible!”
“Is that good?”
“No. All right, I’ll just have a look. Stay there. Don’t move. And don’t tell anyone, or I’ll get into trouble.”
“Yes, miss. Thank you, miss.”
She was away for a while. She returned with a cardboard box.
“There are some nice things there. But for the time being… Well, first of all there’s your classic pageboy outfit like you wore to the wedding, but with super-shiny red shorts. If this fits you can wear it to go to Pitt’s Wood tomorrow. It’s very smart, perfect for most pageboy gigs you’ll have to do. Then there’s a green outfit. This must be one of those than Connie herself requested. You can try that on afterwards. Go and change into the red one first.”
Tim was changed in five minutes, and was soon posing happily in the living-room while Serena snapped away on her phone.
“We’ll simply add these piccies to the shoot, so they won’t be wasted. Okay, try the other one on. Here.”
She pulled out a short green dress. Tim’s face fell.
“Oh! That’s not a boy’s outfit…”
“Oh, well spotted, darling,” quipped Serena, sarcastically. Sorry, did you forget you’re training as a maid? All that pageboy stuff has gone to your head, hasn’t it?”
“No…”
“It has. It’s obvious. Welcome to the real world, Tim. Mrs Brookshaw has ordered a maid. She may not be averse to an occasional pageboy, but looking through the stuff out there there’s plenty of girly things. So you’d better adjust to your feminine side asap. Now, change into this, please, and let’s have a few photos out in the sunshine.”
“Do I have to?”
“If you ever say that to Mrs Brookshaw, you’re dead.”
“Okay…”
In the event Tim looked very sweet in his green dress, despite the fact he couldn’t raise much of a smile.
“Such pretty stockings!” laughed Serena. “What a cutie! Come on Tim, show your face! You’re not blushing, are you?”
And she added, under her breath, “wait till you see your new maid’s outfit! You will be then!”
For Tim, the next three days were dedicated to one element of his training – discipline. This was where Priscilla considered he was most vulnerable to error, and consequently she pushed him to his limits. Every now and then he would question an instruction, or frown at a duty. And the one thing certain about Connie Brookshaw was that, though she appeared kind and considerate, she couldn’t abide disobedience – or indeed mere reluctance – as a response to an order. She expected total and unconditional compliance. She didn’t even like a maid asking for clarification! “They should be trained know what I want,” was her uncompromising view. In the past one maid had been sent back – though not before he had received some painful chastisement, and experienced some other less orthodox humiliations – and two others had returned severely distressed.
It was Wednesday afternoon. Serena was delivering a final caution.
“Just do exactly what she tells you,” said Serena, “and do it without question. Do you understand? It’s not only for your own good. The reputation of ESDS is on the line. Yes, you did a great job at Debbie’s wedding. But that was a cakewalk compared with Mrs Brookshaw.”
“Okay. I understand. I promise I’ll be ever so good and submissive. From what I’ve heard she’s not someone I want to get on the wrong side of…”
“Absolutely right. You’ll do anything, won’t you, Tim? Just keep her happy.”
“Will do, miss.” He paused. “Er… Have any of my outfits arrived? I saw some boxes…”
“You don’t miss much, do you? Yes, they have. But they’re for tomorrow.”
“I couldn’t just try one…?” he pleaded.
Serena looked at him and shook her head. “You’re incorrigible!”
“Is that good?”
“No. All right, I’ll just have a look. Stay there. Don’t move. And don’t tell anyone, or I’ll get into trouble.”
“Yes, miss. Thank you, miss.”
She was away for a while. She returned with a cardboard box.
“There are some nice things there. But for the time being… Well, first of all there’s your classic pageboy outfit like you wore to the wedding, but with super-shiny red shorts. If this fits you can wear it to go to Pitt’s Wood tomorrow. It’s very smart, perfect for most pageboy gigs you’ll have to do. Then there’s a green outfit. This must be one of those than Connie herself requested. You can try that on afterwards. Go and change into the red one first.”
Tim was changed in five minutes, and was soon posing happily in the living-room while Serena snapped away on her phone.
“We’ll simply add these piccies to the shoot, so they won’t be wasted. Okay, try the other one on. Here.”
She pulled out a short green dress. Tim’s face fell.
“Oh! That’s not a boy’s outfit…”
“Oh, well spotted, darling,” quipped Serena, sarcastically. Sorry, did you forget you’re training as a maid? All that pageboy stuff has gone to your head, hasn’t it?”
“No…”
“It has. It’s obvious. Welcome to the real world, Tim. Mrs Brookshaw has ordered a maid. She may not be averse to an occasional pageboy, but looking through the stuff out there there’s plenty of girly things. So you’d better adjust to your feminine side asap. Now, change into this, please, and let’s have a few photos out in the sunshine.”
“Do I have to?”
“If you ever say that to Mrs Brookshaw, you’re dead.”
“Okay…”
In the event Tim looked very sweet in his green dress, despite the fact he couldn’t raise much of a smile.
“Such pretty stockings!” laughed Serena. “What a cutie! Come on Tim, show your face! You’re not blushing, are you?”
And she added, under her breath, “wait till you see your new maid’s outfit! You will be then!”
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