Doll Factory

[cindydolly]

Absolutely superb story. Live it!
You are an excellent writer

[DaraJaney]

Joe was brought along and stopped in front of a cardboard panel which had half a dozen holes in it.  Tie wraps were inserted through the holes and looped over his wrists and ankles as well as under his arms and over his chest.  All six were simultaneously tightened, strapping him firmly to the cardboard.  Then the prongs under his arms were removed.

Another arm came forward holding a large baby feeding bottle and this was also tie-wrapped to the cardboard beside his head.  Then a pile of neatly folded nappies and plastic pants was also strapped to the cardboard beside his legs.

Then a transparent plastic box top moved towards him.  He tried to struggle but could barely move anything other than his head.  The plastic box enclosed him and two arms extended to seal the edges to the cardboard backing.  He was glad now of the holes in the cardboard if he wanted to breathe at all.

The arms appeared again holding six-inch wide pink ribbon which was wrapped around his box in two places and stapled in place.  Two foot-wide pink bows were glued to the front.  Then a large round sticker was applied to the top right of his box.

He could now see at the end of the production line that the boxed dolls were being stacked in the back of a lorry which was perfectly flush with the loading bay doors.

His box was dropped to the floor of the factory.  An automated fork lift moved around behind him.  He could hear the prongs slipping under his box.  He was tipped backwards and lifted up.  The fork lift turned towards the back of the lorry.  A scanning beam helped the machine work out the most efficient place to insert Joe in his doll box.

There was a poster attached to the lorry door.  “Doll-Aid – sending reconditioned dolls to poor children in Africa.”  Joe desperately struggled against the tie-wraps but it was pointless.  There was no way out!  He was deposited in the back of the lorry facing some of the other dolls bound for Africa. 

All the machinery in the factory wound down until it all returned to its sleep state.  All the lights in the ceiling went out leaving only emergency lighting along the side of the factory.  That provided enough light for Joe to be able to see his reflection in the plastic.  He stared disconsolately at his pink frilly dress over petticoats, his matching lacey knickers, bulging over his thick cloth nappy, his white tights, frilly booties and mittens.  He grimaced at his lace-trimmed bonnet and big pink soother firmly stuck in his mouth.  It was going to be a long night.  The actual dolls all stared back at him dispassionately.

His only hope was that he would be found in the morning.  Found in a comically frilly baby dress and nappy!  Speaking of which … he was regretting that bottle of Coke he drank before breaking into the factory.

With a lot of time on his hands, he distracted himself by trying to read the print on the sticker that was applied to his doll box.  Of course, the print was reversed in his view.  He eventually worked out that the large print said “Pink Polly”.  The smaller print was harder to decipher.  “Feed her from the bottle and she will wet herself!”

He wondered how he was supposed to be fed from the bottle when the soother was glued into his mouth.  He wasn’t to know that only an outer ring was glued.  The teat could be pulled out and the bottle’s teat would fit neatly in its place.

After an hour or so, he peed into his nappy, feeling the warmth spread all around his lower parts.  But then his tummy started to rumble.  This was a nightmare!

He managed to doze off, even in his upright confinement.  He woke when the pressure from his bowels was too much.  He could not avoid pooing into his nappy and his pee had now gone cold.  Still, he managed to doze off again.

[DaraJaney]

Joe was woken by voices in the morning.  His hopes of rescue rose.  But to be found like this!  Dressed as a baby girl and now in a soiled and soggy nappy.  Still, it was better than the alternative.

Two men appeared at the back of the lorry.  He desperately tried to move his head around and blinked repeatedly, hoping they would see the minimal movement he could make strapped in his doll box.

The men started to close the doors over and Joe’s future as a baby doll in Africa seemed to be becoming reality.  But then they stopped.  “What is that smell?”  They opened the doors again.  Was Joe’s mortifying pooey nappy going to be his saviour?

“It smells like some animal got in last night and shat in there!”  The men began to search the lorry.  “MMMMMM!”  His muffled attempt was enough to be heard.  The men were startled to hear that coming from a doll box.  “Well how did you get in there?”  The men looked up and down at what appeared to be a live teenager dressed as a baby and sealed into the box.  “I think we’d better take a look at the security cameras.”

Joe was tipped onto a trolly and wheeled to the factory office.  One man reviewed the security tapes while the other tried to figure out what tool was needed to spring Joe from his plastic box.  Eventually they were able to cut around enough of the box so they could snip his tie-wraps and finally free him.

In the meantime, they had seen on the cameras a figure emerge from the toilets and wander around the factory until they went to the end of the production line and triggered the whole process off.

One of them approached him with a bottle of a solution to counteract the glue.  Joe didn’t think that they had yet realised that he was a boy.  When the soother was freed, one of the men said “time to call the police I think.”  “No please don’t”, Joe blurted and the men were taken aback.  “A boy!”  They looked up and down again at his frilly pink dress, matching knickers, tights, bonnet and other lacey accessories.  Joe squirmed.

“You’d better tell us who you are and where you live.”  Joe obliged.  “We’d better get your mum to come and change your nappy hadn’t we?”  They laughed.  What was his mum going to say?  She would go ballistic.

Joe asked if they could remove the mittens and hoped he could then remove the other mortifying clothes.  “I don’t think so.  You can stay like that until your mother gets here.”

Just before she arrived, the lady manager of the factory appeared and was appraised of the situation.

They had explained his predicament to his mother but when she arrived she was still taken aback at his appearance as a five-foot tall baby girl.  “Let’s get you out of that, where are your clothes?”  They pointed to the shreds of clothes on the factory floor.  “Looks like you are going home in your pretty baby dress then.”  Joe felt sick.  “You’ll need to change his nappy though”, the manager said.  “You can see there is a pile of clean nappies and plastic pants there.  There is a baby changing room at the back which should have all you need.  I sometimes bring my little one to work with me.”

Joe was marched off to the baby changing room, feeling the sticky poo shifting in his nappy.  When he returned in his nice clean nappy the manager said “My name is Lawson.  We should really report this to the police”.  “Please let me deal with him”, his mother begged.  “Well, how are you going to punish him?”  His mother considered this, looked him up and down.  “He does look cute, doesn’t he?  How about a summer in his baby dress and nappy.  That should keep him out of mischief.”  Joe squirmed.  Surely she was joking!

Mrs Lawson smirked and Joe could see she had an idea.  “He can’t wear the one baby dress all summer, can he?  Let us make you a couple more.”  Joe was aghast.  “No please mum!”  His mother picked up the soother and pushed it back into his mouth.  “I think you’d best keep quiet, if you don’t want to pay a visit to the police station.”

The manager went over to a shelf and took down a packet.  “Here, you’ll probably need these.”  It was a pack of six more big soothers of various colours.  “Thanks”, his mother received them gratefully, “those will definitely come in useful!”

[BabyJay]

Thanks for another delightful episode. Seems 'Polly Pink'/Joe is going to have an interesting summer. Wonder how His friends and neighbours are going to react when they see Him. I wonder if His Mum may decide to keep dressed in His pretty dresses, nappies and cute rumba knickers. :)