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Active Sissy Stories / Re: Doll Factory
« Last post by DaraJaney on Today at 02:31:57 AM »
Mrs Lawson was delighted to hear that his mother could continue her work for the company now that Joe was settled in the creche. “I’ve brought over this tape of nursery rhymes that Annie has grown out of.” “Oh that’s so kind of her”, his mother thanked her. After Joe was bolted into his cot, his mother placed the tape recorder on his chest of drawers and pressed play.
The first song was Three Blind Mice and was sung in a chorus of very childish voices. Joe was so relieved when it was over. The next song was “Twinkle Twinkle Little Star” and was delivered in a similar manner. The piano accompaniment was annoyingly simplistic. How was he supposed to sleep with that racket going on?
He climbed to his feet and leaned over the side bars of his cot to see if he could turn it off. He was just about able to reach it but couldn’t turn the volume knob or press the Stop button with his hands blunted by the mittens. He slumped back in his cot and tried to use the padded mittens to cover his ears. It helped but he couldn’t do that for the couple of hours that the tape lasted.
The following night when his mother reached for the play button, he whimpered desperately through his soother but she ignored it and left the room with the nursery rhymes playing again.
A few days later, his mum and Mrs Lawson had to go to an evening meeting. They asked Marsie to babysit him. “Oh you’re wearing your pretty pink dress, my favourite!” she declared on arrival. Joe blushed but was kind of happy that she was pleased.
He had her undivided attention away from the creche and she kept him playing with his rattles and dolls until he started to yawn repeatedly. He liked her even more now, feeling there was a certain chemistry there – even if it was a babysitter-baby chemistry.
She tucked him into his cot and reached for the tape recorder. He whimpered. “No nursery rhymes?” she asked, as if surprised. He shook his head determinedly. “Ok then but you have to promise to go to sleep right away.” He nodded and immediately lay back and closed his eyes and pretended to have dropped off. She giggled which pleased him.
Later he half woke and heard his mum and Marsie whispering in the room. “Have there been any more wetting incidents?” Marsie asked her. “Well his nappy is usually wet when he wakes from his afternoon naps so I think he has got used to wetting in his sleep.” “Yes I’ve noticed that too.” Joe suc-ked hard on his soother. He had hoped that they hadn’t noticed. It wasn’t fair though. He was given a big baby bottle at lunch time and it was inevitable that he would need to go around the time of his nap.
“Often when I ask him how his nappy is, he seems unsure and has to think about it”, Marsie added. “I think he sometimes wets without noticing it. You may need to toilet train him again.” “Hmm. Well, I’ve taken him out of school for the year so there’s no rush, is there?” They weren’t sure if they heard a muffled whimper from the cot. “Everything’s fine at the moment, isn’t it? So no need to rush anything, maybe until next summer.” Marsie didn’t disagree.
Everything’s fine? He was appalled to hear that. He was being treated completely like a one-year-old baby girl, had to wear humiliating baby dresses and bonnets to a creche and now needed his nappies with no prospect of an end for months!
The first song was Three Blind Mice and was sung in a chorus of very childish voices. Joe was so relieved when it was over. The next song was “Twinkle Twinkle Little Star” and was delivered in a similar manner. The piano accompaniment was annoyingly simplistic. How was he supposed to sleep with that racket going on?
He climbed to his feet and leaned over the side bars of his cot to see if he could turn it off. He was just about able to reach it but couldn’t turn the volume knob or press the Stop button with his hands blunted by the mittens. He slumped back in his cot and tried to use the padded mittens to cover his ears. It helped but he couldn’t do that for the couple of hours that the tape lasted.
The following night when his mother reached for the play button, he whimpered desperately through his soother but she ignored it and left the room with the nursery rhymes playing again.
A few days later, his mum and Mrs Lawson had to go to an evening meeting. They asked Marsie to babysit him. “Oh you’re wearing your pretty pink dress, my favourite!” she declared on arrival. Joe blushed but was kind of happy that she was pleased.
He had her undivided attention away from the creche and she kept him playing with his rattles and dolls until he started to yawn repeatedly. He liked her even more now, feeling there was a certain chemistry there – even if it was a babysitter-baby chemistry.
She tucked him into his cot and reached for the tape recorder. He whimpered. “No nursery rhymes?” she asked, as if surprised. He shook his head determinedly. “Ok then but you have to promise to go to sleep right away.” He nodded and immediately lay back and closed his eyes and pretended to have dropped off. She giggled which pleased him.
Later he half woke and heard his mum and Marsie whispering in the room. “Have there been any more wetting incidents?” Marsie asked her. “Well his nappy is usually wet when he wakes from his afternoon naps so I think he has got used to wetting in his sleep.” “Yes I’ve noticed that too.” Joe suc-ked hard on his soother. He had hoped that they hadn’t noticed. It wasn’t fair though. He was given a big baby bottle at lunch time and it was inevitable that he would need to go around the time of his nap.
“Often when I ask him how his nappy is, he seems unsure and has to think about it”, Marsie added. “I think he sometimes wets without noticing it. You may need to toilet train him again.” “Hmm. Well, I’ve taken him out of school for the year so there’s no rush, is there?” They weren’t sure if they heard a muffled whimper from the cot. “Everything’s fine at the moment, isn’t it? So no need to rush anything, maybe until next summer.” Marsie didn’t disagree.
Everything’s fine? He was appalled to hear that. He was being treated completely like a one-year-old baby girl, had to wear humiliating baby dresses and bonnets to a creche and now needed his nappies with no prospect of an end for months!
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: Doll Factory
« Last post by Feckoffcup on Yesterday at 11:25:37 AM »
Can't wait for the next chapter, my favourite author is back!
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: Doll Factory
« Last post by BabyJay on Yesterday at 06:42:37 AM »
What a lovely continuation. Looks like Joe is now permanently regressed to Baby girl status with His pretty dresses, nappies and cute rumba knickers. Be interesting to see what else His Mother has in store for Him. :)
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: Doll Factory
« Last post by DaraJaney on Yesterday at 02:21:03 AM »
The ladies at the creche gave him a lot of attention – no doubt aware of how embarrassed he must be to be a teenage boy in a sissy baby dress and nappy feeling even more helpless than the toddlers. They were very nice and he couldn’t help but smile back and try to please them.
A mother arrived late with her toddler and caught sight of Joe. “Oh my goodness! What a pretty dress and bonnet!” It sounded like a compliment but Joe could tell from her tone that it wasn’t really.
Marsie took his hand. “Stand up so she can see you properly.” Joe reluctantly allowed himself to be pulled up to his feet, knowing that this was to show off his frilly matching knickers and the bulge of his nappy which were hidden under his petticoats when he sat. “Wow!” The lady looked around at the normally dressed toddlers and back at Joe and was obviously enjoying how much more babyish he looked.
The day passed so slowly despite the extra attention from the young ladies. There was only so much amusement he could get from his rattles, blocks and dolls. He was also acutely aware that he usually soiled his nappy just after lunch.
It was one of the toddlers who noticed first. “Baby’s doing poo-poos”, she called out. Joe was quickly led to the changing area. It was quite large and accommodated him well. He supposed it was made large enough to change two babies at the same time if necessary.
The young ladies were clearly eager to do his first nappy change but realised that at least one of them had to watch the toddlers. Jill’s disappointment at missing his change was obvious. “You can do next one”, Marsie assured her.
She and Betty were enthralled by the chastity device locked onto him. They touched it and turned it this way and that. It didn’t really save him any embarrassment because it was very obvious that his member was pressing hard against the plastic. “Naughty boy!” Marsie pretended to be shocked. “I could do with one of these for my boyfriend” Betty said and they both exploded in laughter.
When his mother arrived at 6pm she saw him sitting with his back to the door. Marsie was singing a song and clapping her hands. He was shaking his rattle to the time of the music. Marsie finished the song with a flourish and went “Yay!” Joe shook his rattle enthusiastically and when his mother came around in front of him she could see he was giggling.
“Lovely to see you are having fun here!” Joe’s face fell. He was mortified realising his mother had seen him happily shaking his rattle and giggling at Marsie. “Yes he’s been adorable! No trouble at all.” Joe suc-ked hard on his soother. He didn’t want to have to come here three days a week. He wished his mother had seen him when he was bored with his baby toys. Maybe Marsie knew she was coming and deliberately entertained him so he would appear to be happy to be there.
“So can I bring him again on Wednesday?” “Of course, and Friday and then we’ll see after that.” Joe was somewhat consoled that it hadn’t been decided beyond Friday. He was determined to show more clearly that he did not like being here.
But the young women were very good at their jobs. They were very attractive and their enthusiasm was infectious. However horrified Joe was at being brought to a creche for toddlers in a baby dress and nappies, they managed to make him laugh and contrived to ensure that he was smiling and seemingly playing happily whenever his mother arrived.
So on Friday his mother asked anxiously. Joe stopped suc-king on his soother as he waited to hear the verdict. “Of course, it’s no problem, we’d be delighted to continue looking after him. He’s adorable and seems very happy here.” Joe wanted to object but was now used to his speechless state, reinforced by his big soother.
“Oh that’s wonderful”, his mother responded. Joe sighed. It looked like he was going to be back on Monday.” “If you could pay monthly in advance please?” Marsie asked. “No problem”, his mother readily agreed. “Nnnngggghhhh!?” A month?!
His whimpering was ignored as his mother used her debit card to pay. She smiled at him as she tucked her card back into her purse. Joe flinched and looked down his front. “Oh dear are we tinkling in our nappy?” his mother observed. “You look like you weren’t expecting that.” Joe suc-ked hard on his soother. He hadn’t been feeling the need to go but the shock of spending a month as a baby girl in the creche caused the involuntary action.
“Lucky you are wearing a nice thick nappy, isn’t it?” Marsie giggled. His mother took his hand and led him from the creche. “See you Monday!” she called out. “Oh is Baby Joe staying then?” another mother asked. “Signed up for the month”, Marsie told her.
“Excellent”, the mother responded, watching as Joe waddled by and admired again the lacey frills on his knickers. He was sniffling and suc-king hard on his soother.
A mother arrived late with her toddler and caught sight of Joe. “Oh my goodness! What a pretty dress and bonnet!” It sounded like a compliment but Joe could tell from her tone that it wasn’t really.
Marsie took his hand. “Stand up so she can see you properly.” Joe reluctantly allowed himself to be pulled up to his feet, knowing that this was to show off his frilly matching knickers and the bulge of his nappy which were hidden under his petticoats when he sat. “Wow!” The lady looked around at the normally dressed toddlers and back at Joe and was obviously enjoying how much more babyish he looked.
The day passed so slowly despite the extra attention from the young ladies. There was only so much amusement he could get from his rattles, blocks and dolls. He was also acutely aware that he usually soiled his nappy just after lunch.
It was one of the toddlers who noticed first. “Baby’s doing poo-poos”, she called out. Joe was quickly led to the changing area. It was quite large and accommodated him well. He supposed it was made large enough to change two babies at the same time if necessary.
The young ladies were clearly eager to do his first nappy change but realised that at least one of them had to watch the toddlers. Jill’s disappointment at missing his change was obvious. “You can do next one”, Marsie assured her.
She and Betty were enthralled by the chastity device locked onto him. They touched it and turned it this way and that. It didn’t really save him any embarrassment because it was very obvious that his member was pressing hard against the plastic. “Naughty boy!” Marsie pretended to be shocked. “I could do with one of these for my boyfriend” Betty said and they both exploded in laughter.
When his mother arrived at 6pm she saw him sitting with his back to the door. Marsie was singing a song and clapping her hands. He was shaking his rattle to the time of the music. Marsie finished the song with a flourish and went “Yay!” Joe shook his rattle enthusiastically and when his mother came around in front of him she could see he was giggling.
“Lovely to see you are having fun here!” Joe’s face fell. He was mortified realising his mother had seen him happily shaking his rattle and giggling at Marsie. “Yes he’s been adorable! No trouble at all.” Joe suc-ked hard on his soother. He didn’t want to have to come here three days a week. He wished his mother had seen him when he was bored with his baby toys. Maybe Marsie knew she was coming and deliberately entertained him so he would appear to be happy to be there.
“So can I bring him again on Wednesday?” “Of course, and Friday and then we’ll see after that.” Joe was somewhat consoled that it hadn’t been decided beyond Friday. He was determined to show more clearly that he did not like being here.
But the young women were very good at their jobs. They were very attractive and their enthusiasm was infectious. However horrified Joe was at being brought to a creche for toddlers in a baby dress and nappies, they managed to make him laugh and contrived to ensure that he was smiling and seemingly playing happily whenever his mother arrived.
So on Friday his mother asked anxiously. Joe stopped suc-king on his soother as he waited to hear the verdict. “Of course, it’s no problem, we’d be delighted to continue looking after him. He’s adorable and seems very happy here.” Joe wanted to object but was now used to his speechless state, reinforced by his big soother.
“Oh that’s wonderful”, his mother responded. Joe sighed. It looked like he was going to be back on Monday.” “If you could pay monthly in advance please?” Marsie asked. “No problem”, his mother readily agreed. “Nnnngggghhhh!?” A month?!
His whimpering was ignored as his mother used her debit card to pay. She smiled at him as she tucked her card back into her purse. Joe flinched and looked down his front. “Oh dear are we tinkling in our nappy?” his mother observed. “You look like you weren’t expecting that.” Joe suc-ked hard on his soother. He hadn’t been feeling the need to go but the shock of spending a month as a baby girl in the creche caused the involuntary action.
“Lucky you are wearing a nice thick nappy, isn’t it?” Marsie giggled. His mother took his hand and led him from the creche. “See you Monday!” she called out. “Oh is Baby Joe staying then?” another mother asked. “Signed up for the month”, Marsie told her.
“Excellent”, the mother responded, watching as Joe waddled by and admired again the lacey frills on his knickers. He was sniffling and suc-king hard on his soother.
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: Doll Factory
« Last post by DaraJaney on May 16, 2026, 01:15:27 AM »
Joe whimpered and suc-ked hard on his soother as his mother decided he definitely needed to wear his prettiest frilly pink dress for his first day in the creche. She fluffed up his petticoats just right, picked at the frills on his knickers to make sure they were straight and retied the bow on his bonnet a couple of times until she was satisfied. She had prepared a bag with clean nappies and plastic pants, his baby bottle, bib and plastic bowl for feeding.
“We have a little surprise for you in the car”, she told him as he looked up and down the street nervously, hoping nobody was witnessing his first outing in his baby dress and nappy.
He scampered quickly to the back door of the car when she opened it for him. He stopped suddenly. There was a large booster seat on the back seat of the car. “Mrs Lawson loves seeing if they can make baby things big enough for you.” His mum pushed him in so he had to sit up into the booster seat. She leaned in and pulled straps over his shoulder and around his waist and clicked buckles into sockets. She adjusted the straps until they held him firmly in place.
She went back into the house. He wriggled in the booster seat and tested the straps. He was undoubtedly held securely in place. His mother put his changing bag on the seat beside him and handed him his largest doll and a rattle before closing the door and climbing in the front.
She started the car and drove out onto the street. Joe felt like he was on display in his raised position in the back. His mother adjusted the rear view mirror so she could see him. She smiled as he suc-ked anxiously on his soother and clutched his doll tightly. He tried to focus on the little balls in his rattle as they tossed around.
On the main road there were more people around and two lanes on the road so that other cars came alongside. Joe appeared to be using the wide lacey brim of his bonnet to shield his face from onlookers, turning his face away.
They pulled into the car park and alongside another mum who was dropping her toddler girl off. Joe was cringing now, facing his first appearance in public. His mother opened the door, unbuckled his straps and tugged at his shoulder for him to get out.
Joe stepped out of the car, his petticoats all awry. He had a doll under one arm and his rattle in the other mitten so could do little but his mum smoothed his petticoats down evenly first and then fluffed them up nicely.
“Oh look, there’s Big Baby Joe they told us about”, he heard the mother tell her toddler. “Isn’t that a pretty dress?” The toddler stared at him. “He’s wearing a nappy!” She pointed to the unmistakable bulge under his frilly knickers. “Yes, a very thick nappy. He must be in cloth nappies, is he?” she asked his mum who nodded, smiling at the attention he was getting.
The toddler girl was wearing a tee shirt and jeans – nothing like Joe’s ultra-sissy baby dress. “Tanya is in pull ups now!” her mother explained and Tanya looked really pleased with herself. “Gosh, what a big girl.” Tanya clearly pitied Joe in his thick nappy.
His mother guided him in the door. Three of the young ladies all rushed towards him. “Oh my goodness, how pretty!” “Look at that dress!” “Such a cute bonnet!” Joe looked around. All of the other children wore fairly normal clothes – nothing like his very babyish outfit. None of the girls even wore skirts, let alone frilly dresses.
Then he realised that they were all toddlers – probably all in discreet pull-ups. He was the only one in an obvious full-on nappy. “I’m Marsie”, one of the ladies introduced herself. “We usually only take toddlers but we were happy to make an exception in this special case.” She smiled at Joe. She was very pretty. He could feel that dull pressure in his nappy.
“You look so snug in your tights”, she giggled as she led him to a corner of the room with various large blocks and rattles scattered on the floor. “Here you go”, she encouraged him to sit down among the toys. “Try this rattle”, she handed him a rattle in the shape of a bunny rabbit. He put down his own rattle, still clutching his doll anxiously. He was just about able to hold the rattle and shake it. The bunny’s ears flashed pink and blue. “There you go!” Marsie smiled at him.
He looked around. The toddlers were already busy building things with bricks and playing with much complicated toys than Joe could handle in his mittens. He looked gloomily at the rattles and soft blocks around him.
His mother smiled down at him. “See you at 6pm”, she waved. “Nnnnggghhh!” Joe whimpered as it sank in that he was going to be here for the whole day. “He’ll be fine once you are gone”, Marsie assured her and giggled. “Here look at this, it has three rattles in one!” she distracted him for a few moments. He looked up and his mother was gone.
“We have a little surprise for you in the car”, she told him as he looked up and down the street nervously, hoping nobody was witnessing his first outing in his baby dress and nappy.
He scampered quickly to the back door of the car when she opened it for him. He stopped suddenly. There was a large booster seat on the back seat of the car. “Mrs Lawson loves seeing if they can make baby things big enough for you.” His mum pushed him in so he had to sit up into the booster seat. She leaned in and pulled straps over his shoulder and around his waist and clicked buckles into sockets. She adjusted the straps until they held him firmly in place.
She went back into the house. He wriggled in the booster seat and tested the straps. He was undoubtedly held securely in place. His mother put his changing bag on the seat beside him and handed him his largest doll and a rattle before closing the door and climbing in the front.
She started the car and drove out onto the street. Joe felt like he was on display in his raised position in the back. His mother adjusted the rear view mirror so she could see him. She smiled as he suc-ked anxiously on his soother and clutched his doll tightly. He tried to focus on the little balls in his rattle as they tossed around.
On the main road there were more people around and two lanes on the road so that other cars came alongside. Joe appeared to be using the wide lacey brim of his bonnet to shield his face from onlookers, turning his face away.
They pulled into the car park and alongside another mum who was dropping her toddler girl off. Joe was cringing now, facing his first appearance in public. His mother opened the door, unbuckled his straps and tugged at his shoulder for him to get out.
Joe stepped out of the car, his petticoats all awry. He had a doll under one arm and his rattle in the other mitten so could do little but his mum smoothed his petticoats down evenly first and then fluffed them up nicely.
“Oh look, there’s Big Baby Joe they told us about”, he heard the mother tell her toddler. “Isn’t that a pretty dress?” The toddler stared at him. “He’s wearing a nappy!” She pointed to the unmistakable bulge under his frilly knickers. “Yes, a very thick nappy. He must be in cloth nappies, is he?” she asked his mum who nodded, smiling at the attention he was getting.
The toddler girl was wearing a tee shirt and jeans – nothing like Joe’s ultra-sissy baby dress. “Tanya is in pull ups now!” her mother explained and Tanya looked really pleased with herself. “Gosh, what a big girl.” Tanya clearly pitied Joe in his thick nappy.
His mother guided him in the door. Three of the young ladies all rushed towards him. “Oh my goodness, how pretty!” “Look at that dress!” “Such a cute bonnet!” Joe looked around. All of the other children wore fairly normal clothes – nothing like his very babyish outfit. None of the girls even wore skirts, let alone frilly dresses.
Then he realised that they were all toddlers – probably all in discreet pull-ups. He was the only one in an obvious full-on nappy. “I’m Marsie”, one of the ladies introduced herself. “We usually only take toddlers but we were happy to make an exception in this special case.” She smiled at Joe. She was very pretty. He could feel that dull pressure in his nappy.
“You look so snug in your tights”, she giggled as she led him to a corner of the room with various large blocks and rattles scattered on the floor. “Here you go”, she encouraged him to sit down among the toys. “Try this rattle”, she handed him a rattle in the shape of a bunny rabbit. He put down his own rattle, still clutching his doll anxiously. He was just about able to hold the rattle and shake it. The bunny’s ears flashed pink and blue. “There you go!” Marsie smiled at him.
He looked around. The toddlers were already busy building things with bricks and playing with much complicated toys than Joe could handle in his mittens. He looked gloomily at the rattles and soft blocks around him.
His mother smiled down at him. “See you at 6pm”, she waved. “Nnnnggghhh!” Joe whimpered as it sank in that he was going to be here for the whole day. “He’ll be fine once you are gone”, Marsie assured her and giggled. “Here look at this, it has three rattles in one!” she distracted him for a few moments. He looked up and his mother was gone.
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: Doll Factory
« Last post by babycakes on May 14, 2026, 01:19:06 PM »
Excellent story as usual, Dara Janey. Too bad Joe can't intern at the doll factory since he is intimately familiar with the machinery. :)
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: Doll Factory
« Last post by DaraJaney on May 14, 2026, 02:57:05 AM »
The next time Mrs Lawson arrived she said “I have a proposal for you. Our administrator has resigned, she’s moved on to another job, and I wondered if you would be interested in taking the job. It would be just three days a week.”
“I’d love to but have to look after our little one here”, she smiled at Joe in his play-pen. No she didn’t, he thought, let me out of nappies! “Won’t he be going back to school soon?” Mrs Lawson asked.
“Well, I think he is losing control and might need to continue wearing nappies.” Joe looked up in shock. “I don’t think you want to go to school in nappies, do you?” Joe certainly didn’t. “So I think I need to keep him out of school.” Joe’s jaw dropped. More time in nappies! Then he realised he was wetting himself with the shock. He twitched. “I think he’s wetting his nappy now”, his mother observed. Mrs Lawson looked at him and noted the distress on his face and lack of denial. He was definitely wetting himself uncontrollably.
“He was going to do a gap year anyway to pursue his interest in mechanical engineering”, his mother continued. “So now I’ll let them know he won’t be coming in.” His gap year was supposed to involve a lot of interning at various companies to get experience in practical mechanical engineering. Now it looked like the closest he was going to get to mechanical engineering was playing with his shape sorter in his play pen.
“Well I could ask the ladies in Annie’s creche if they would be prepared to look after him while you come in to work”, Mrs Lawson suggested. “That might work”, his mother showed interest. Joe winced. No! They surely couldn’t send him to a creche with real babies, having his nappy changed by strangers! “I’ll ask them”, Mrs Lawson confirmed.
The following day she phoned to say that the ladies at the creche were prepared to give it a go. There was just one issue but she was sure she had a solution.
She called around the next day and Joe was surprised when his mother brought him to the changing table even though he’d only wet his nappy once. He wasn’t very happy being changed in front of Mrs Lawson but he supposed he had to get used to others witnessing his nappy changes.
When he had been cleaned and powdered his mother asked “what do you think of having your nappy changed by the pretty young ladies at the creche?” Mrs Lawson brought up a group photo of them on her phone and they were indeed all young and pretty. Joe’s member began to enlarge. He tried to cover his embarrassment with his mittens.
“Not to worry about that, we have a solution”, his mum smiled at him. Mrs Lawson fiddled about with something while his erection subsided. Then she started doing something around his boy parts. It was all very odd. The last thing he heard was a little click. “There we go! That should do it.”
Mrs Lawson took out her phone again and showed him the photo again. “They are pretty aren’t they?” Joe’s member tried to expand but was met with resistance. It had been enclosed tightly in a plastic tube. “Nnnngggghhh!” He looked down to see that it was held in place with a hard plastic ring behind his testicles and a little padlock.
His mother proceeded to pin his thick nappy over it, pull up his plastic pants, his tights and frilly panties over it. It stayed on him for the day. Every now and then his mum mentioned how he was going to the creche on Monday and how well the young ladies would look after him. All he could feel was a dull pressure in his nappy.
He’d hoped it might be removed for the night when he was having his final change before being put in his cot but it stayed on. He couldn’t help thinking as he lay back in his cot about the young ladies and how mortifying it would be for him having them change his nappy. He tried to focus on his rattles and hugged his dolly tightly.
“I’d love to but have to look after our little one here”, she smiled at Joe in his play-pen. No she didn’t, he thought, let me out of nappies! “Won’t he be going back to school soon?” Mrs Lawson asked.
“Well, I think he is losing control and might need to continue wearing nappies.” Joe looked up in shock. “I don’t think you want to go to school in nappies, do you?” Joe certainly didn’t. “So I think I need to keep him out of school.” Joe’s jaw dropped. More time in nappies! Then he realised he was wetting himself with the shock. He twitched. “I think he’s wetting his nappy now”, his mother observed. Mrs Lawson looked at him and noted the distress on his face and lack of denial. He was definitely wetting himself uncontrollably.
“He was going to do a gap year anyway to pursue his interest in mechanical engineering”, his mother continued. “So now I’ll let them know he won’t be coming in.” His gap year was supposed to involve a lot of interning at various companies to get experience in practical mechanical engineering. Now it looked like the closest he was going to get to mechanical engineering was playing with his shape sorter in his play pen.
“Well I could ask the ladies in Annie’s creche if they would be prepared to look after him while you come in to work”, Mrs Lawson suggested. “That might work”, his mother showed interest. Joe winced. No! They surely couldn’t send him to a creche with real babies, having his nappy changed by strangers! “I’ll ask them”, Mrs Lawson confirmed.
The following day she phoned to say that the ladies at the creche were prepared to give it a go. There was just one issue but she was sure she had a solution.
She called around the next day and Joe was surprised when his mother brought him to the changing table even though he’d only wet his nappy once. He wasn’t very happy being changed in front of Mrs Lawson but he supposed he had to get used to others witnessing his nappy changes.
When he had been cleaned and powdered his mother asked “what do you think of having your nappy changed by the pretty young ladies at the creche?” Mrs Lawson brought up a group photo of them on her phone and they were indeed all young and pretty. Joe’s member began to enlarge. He tried to cover his embarrassment with his mittens.
“Not to worry about that, we have a solution”, his mum smiled at him. Mrs Lawson fiddled about with something while his erection subsided. Then she started doing something around his boy parts. It was all very odd. The last thing he heard was a little click. “There we go! That should do it.”
Mrs Lawson took out her phone again and showed him the photo again. “They are pretty aren’t they?” Joe’s member tried to expand but was met with resistance. It had been enclosed tightly in a plastic tube. “Nnnngggghhh!” He looked down to see that it was held in place with a hard plastic ring behind his testicles and a little padlock.
His mother proceeded to pin his thick nappy over it, pull up his plastic pants, his tights and frilly panties over it. It stayed on him for the day. Every now and then his mum mentioned how he was going to the creche on Monday and how well the young ladies would look after him. All he could feel was a dull pressure in his nappy.
He’d hoped it might be removed for the night when he was having his final change before being put in his cot but it stayed on. He couldn’t help thinking as he lay back in his cot about the young ladies and how mortifying it would be for him having them change his nappy. He tried to focus on his rattles and hugged his dolly tightly.
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: Doll Factory
« Last post by BabyJay on May 13, 2026, 04:37:10 AM »
Lovely continuation. Poor (or lucky) Joe, now regressed to Baby girl status. Look forward to His further humiliating situations.
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: Doll Factory
« Last post by antonia on May 13, 2026, 02:58:10 AM »
Splendid story, thank you
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: Doll Factory
« Last post by DaraJaney on May 13, 2026, 12:24:56 AM »
The secret could not be kept from the neighbours for too long. The ladies on either side were sure something odd was up. Eventually, they were invited in. Joe was sitting in his play-pen under strict instructions to perform for the visitors. He shook his rattle and they clapped in delight.
He had to sit there while his mother filled them in on the back story and confirmed that he was indeed using his nappies for their proper purpose. Of course the ladies loved his frilly pink dress and when his mother let him out of his play-pen to go to his high-chair they clapped in delight seeing his frilly knickers. Joe had to be worried that word was going to spread now about his predicament. If his school friends heard, he was dead in the water!
The next day was sunny and his mother reckoned he could go outside in the back garden now that the neighbours knew. His play-pen was brought out and he sat there with his practical bonnet keeping sun off his face.
His mother came out with a plastic basin and proceeded to hang several of his nappies and plastic pants on the washing line to dry. She had no sooner gone back in than he heard the back door open next door. He tried again to escape from his play-pen but it was no use. It was mortifying sitting out there under all his nappies and plastic pants.
Of course the neighbour was equally enthralled and amused. His mother came out again and they chatted about how many nappies he needed each day, how many times he wet and soiled. Joe was mortified. He gave a sudden twitch as he realised that he was peeing himself. The warmth spread around his nappy. He looked up sheepishly. His mother was watching him with interest. “I think he might be wetting his nappy now, are you?” The neighbour stopped chattering and stared. The jet of pee only strengthened with the embarrassment of them staring at him while he wet his nappy. They both noted that he didn’t deny that he was wetting.
The neighbour from the other side heard the chatter and came out and they had to go through all the explanations again while Joe sat there is his wet nappy. “Will you need to change him now?” “No it’s a thick cloth nappy and can take a couple of wettings.” The ladies tittered.
The next time Mrs Lawson arrived, a box was taken through the living room to the back. Joe wondered what it was but was confined to his play-pen. What seemed like an hour later they returned and let him out. He was led towards his bedroom.
There was a large pink plastic cot with frilly pink canopy. His mother was thrilled. She lowered the side bars, made him climb in and pulled them up again. She slid bolts in place. “Isn’t it wonderful?” To Joe it was just another humiliation.
Mrs Lawson was still there when he was changed into his pink fleecy sleeper and was fed his night time bottle. He was tucked into his cot. “Sweet dreams. See you in the morning.”
Dreams? Nightmare was more like it. As soon as they were gone, he climbed to his feet and looked for the bolts. As with the play-pen, it could not be shifted with his hands in mittens and the sides were too high to climb over. He was there for the night.
He lay back down unhappily suc-king on his soother and clutching the dolly which seemed to have become his favourite. His mother snuck back in before she went to bed to see how he was doing in his new cot. She smiled seeing he was fast asleep with his soother still in and his dolly tucked under his arm.
A few days later Mrs Lawson visited again late in the day. Joe was being put in his cot. “How is it working out?” “Oh it’s really comfortable, isn’t it sweetie?” Joe had to admit that it was comfortable – mortifyingly embarrassing to be kept in a cot all night but at least it was comfortable. He nodded unenthusiastically, his soother having been replaced following his bedtime bottle.
“Do you need this nursery furniture back now or at some stage?” his mother asked. Joe saw a glimmer of light. Could he be released from his cot, play pen and high chair? “No, no! You can keep them. We need to see how well they stand up to wear and tear over time.” “Oh excellent. You must thank Mrs Lawson”, his mother told him and pushed a rattle into his mittens. Joe shook it and tried to give a smile. “You’re welcome, I’m glad you like it”, Mrs Lawson smiled down at him.
“We’d better get this out of the way so.” Jack’s bed had been propped up in the corner of the room. The ladies took either side and edged it out of the room. Joe didn’t want them to take it and leave him with only his pink cot. “Nnnngggghhh!” he shook the bars of his cot. They just smiled at him and left the room with his bed.
“Over time”? What time? Joe suc-ked hard on his soother and clutched his dolly nervously. There was no sign of an end to this.
He had to sit there while his mother filled them in on the back story and confirmed that he was indeed using his nappies for their proper purpose. Of course the ladies loved his frilly pink dress and when his mother let him out of his play-pen to go to his high-chair they clapped in delight seeing his frilly knickers. Joe had to be worried that word was going to spread now about his predicament. If his school friends heard, he was dead in the water!
The next day was sunny and his mother reckoned he could go outside in the back garden now that the neighbours knew. His play-pen was brought out and he sat there with his practical bonnet keeping sun off his face.
His mother came out with a plastic basin and proceeded to hang several of his nappies and plastic pants on the washing line to dry. She had no sooner gone back in than he heard the back door open next door. He tried again to escape from his play-pen but it was no use. It was mortifying sitting out there under all his nappies and plastic pants.
Of course the neighbour was equally enthralled and amused. His mother came out again and they chatted about how many nappies he needed each day, how many times he wet and soiled. Joe was mortified. He gave a sudden twitch as he realised that he was peeing himself. The warmth spread around his nappy. He looked up sheepishly. His mother was watching him with interest. “I think he might be wetting his nappy now, are you?” The neighbour stopped chattering and stared. The jet of pee only strengthened with the embarrassment of them staring at him while he wet his nappy. They both noted that he didn’t deny that he was wetting.
The neighbour from the other side heard the chatter and came out and they had to go through all the explanations again while Joe sat there is his wet nappy. “Will you need to change him now?” “No it’s a thick cloth nappy and can take a couple of wettings.” The ladies tittered.
The next time Mrs Lawson arrived, a box was taken through the living room to the back. Joe wondered what it was but was confined to his play-pen. What seemed like an hour later they returned and let him out. He was led towards his bedroom.
There was a large pink plastic cot with frilly pink canopy. His mother was thrilled. She lowered the side bars, made him climb in and pulled them up again. She slid bolts in place. “Isn’t it wonderful?” To Joe it was just another humiliation.
Mrs Lawson was still there when he was changed into his pink fleecy sleeper and was fed his night time bottle. He was tucked into his cot. “Sweet dreams. See you in the morning.”
Dreams? Nightmare was more like it. As soon as they were gone, he climbed to his feet and looked for the bolts. As with the play-pen, it could not be shifted with his hands in mittens and the sides were too high to climb over. He was there for the night.
He lay back down unhappily suc-king on his soother and clutching the dolly which seemed to have become his favourite. His mother snuck back in before she went to bed to see how he was doing in his new cot. She smiled seeing he was fast asleep with his soother still in and his dolly tucked under his arm.
A few days later Mrs Lawson visited again late in the day. Joe was being put in his cot. “How is it working out?” “Oh it’s really comfortable, isn’t it sweetie?” Joe had to admit that it was comfortable – mortifyingly embarrassing to be kept in a cot all night but at least it was comfortable. He nodded unenthusiastically, his soother having been replaced following his bedtime bottle.
“Do you need this nursery furniture back now or at some stage?” his mother asked. Joe saw a glimmer of light. Could he be released from his cot, play pen and high chair? “No, no! You can keep them. We need to see how well they stand up to wear and tear over time.” “Oh excellent. You must thank Mrs Lawson”, his mother told him and pushed a rattle into his mittens. Joe shook it and tried to give a smile. “You’re welcome, I’m glad you like it”, Mrs Lawson smiled down at him.
“We’d better get this out of the way so.” Jack’s bed had been propped up in the corner of the room. The ladies took either side and edged it out of the room. Joe didn’t want them to take it and leave him with only his pink cot. “Nnnngggghhh!” he shook the bars of his cot. They just smiled at him and left the room with his bed.
“Over time”? What time? Joe suc-ked hard on his soother and clutched his dolly nervously. There was no sign of an end to this.
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