Doll Factory

[BabyJay]

Lovely to see His Mummy is keeping Him as her little baby girl. Can't wait to see what happens when She takes Him out all dressed up. I should think all the girls will only too willing to babysit Him. :)

[DaraJaney]

Late in the afternoon Mrs Lawson phoned and offered to come over with more stuff.  When she arrived, she had her toddler with her.

“Annie wants to donate some toys that she has grown out of.”  But Annie’s first act was to laugh at the teenage boy in the frilly baby dress and obvious thick nappy suc-king on a soother.

“Annie, give Baby Joe those rattles and letter blocks.”  Annie scattered them on the rug.  “Oh that’s so nice of you”, his mother complimented the toddler, “isn’t it Joe?”  Joe just suc-ked gloomily on his soother.  “Sit down there and play with them now.”

Joe glumly sat on the floor and tried to pick up a rattle between his mittens.  Even that was difficult but eventually he got one up and shook it.  “Well done!” his mum praised him.  Annie clapped her hands in delight.

“And there’s a shape sorter”, her mum added.  She took out the wooden cube, removed the lid and scattered the shapes on the rug.  She placed the cube on the floor beside Joe.  “There you go.”  He sighed heavily but took the lid and placed it on the cube.  The nearest piece was a triangle shape.  It was quite hard to pick up in the mittens.

“Oh you nearly had it”, his mother sympathised as it slipped between his mittens for the fifth time.  Eventually he trapped it and could pick it up but aligning it with the hole in the side of the cube was so difficult.  They were all watching eagerly and he couldn’t give up.  Eventually the triangle slid into the cube.  “Hurray!” they all cheered and laughed.

“Now the semi-circle”, his mother prompted.  Joe looked around.  It was behind him.  He rolled over and crawled towards the shape.  “Frilly knickers!” Annie laughed.  “That’s right, aren’t they pretty?” her mother agreed.

It took Joe a good twenty minutes to pick up each awkward little piece and get it into the corresponding hole in the box.  The simple rattles looked a lot more attractive now.  He was a little curious what sound they would make so picked another one up and shook it.  It tinkled.

“Here’s another thing Annie doesn’t need anymore.”  Mrs Lawson knelt down in front of him and looped a little strap through the ring on his soother securing it with a little patch of Velcro and then attached the other end of the strap to the lacey collar of his dress.  “Now!  So you don’t lose your soother”, she smirked.

“Oh and we realised that he wouldn’t have anything appropriate to sleep in so I ran this off”, she rummaged in a bag and took out a large pink fleecy sleeper.   â€śOh that’s perfect” his mother thanked her.

The only upside was that Joe got out of his pink frilly dress, panties, tights, bonnet and booties.  He was made to step into the legs of the sleeper and found that it was footed.  His mother loosened his mittens at his wrists and they were finally pulled off.  Joe flexed his fingers, relieved at their release.  His arms were pushed into the sleeves of his sleeper and he was dismayed that his hands were also enclosed in padded mittens at the end of his sleeves.  His mother buttoned it up the back.

“Now for your night time bottle”, she announced.  It was only 6pm.  He found himself suc-king on another large bottle of milk knowing that this was all going to inevitably lead to a major wetting during the night if they were serious about keeping him in the nappy.

Mrs Lawson sat down.  “You know we have a sister company that makes accessories for our doll sets – dressing tables for Barbies, toy kitchen sets and so forth – using 3D printers and the like.  It would be an interesting challenge to see if they could make accessories big enough for Baby Joe.  Would you be interested?”  “Sure”, his mother accepted.  “It’s not going to cost us anything, will it?”  “No, they’d all be free trials.”

Annie and her mother followed as Joe was led into his bedroom and his mother pulled back the sheets so he could get in.  He was tucked in.  They went to the door.  “Night, night.  See you in the morning.”

This was ridiculous.  It was still bright out.  He could hear children playing on the street.  He squirmed in his sleeper, trying to find some way out of it.  He pawed at the buttons at the back but it was pointless.  He was fully enclosed in it with no escape possible.

He supposed it was a relief to be on his own and not having to behave like a baby in front of people.  After a few minutes, he realised he was still suc-king on his soother when he didn’t have to.  He spat it out.  He was already beginning to feel the pressure in his bladder.

[DaraJaney]

Joe had a troublesome night.  It was difficult to sleep in the unfamiliarly thick nappy.  He worried about how long this punishment would last.  He had to hope his mother would be satisfied with a day or two.  But he was acutely aware that he had three baby outfits.  She had talked about needing a proper bonnet for when he was outside!

By morning he had wet his nappy at least twice and had to soil it before he heard his mother moving around.  This time, after cleaning him up, she shaved his whole nappy area, front and back and rubbed some cream over it.  He suc-ked disconsolately on his soother.  It didn’t look like he was getting a quick release from this.

After being changed, he was given a bottle of juice and then spoon-fed cereal all thoroughly soaked in more milk.

And so he was treated like a baby for the following few days, spending most of his days sitting on the rug trying to get some amusement from his rattles, letter blocks and redoing the shape sorter over and over.

Then Mrs Lawson arrived with a large box.  “We’ve tried to make a play-pen for him.”  They started to assemble the plastic pieces.  They made a play-pen with sides about four-foot tall.  Joe was led into it.  Mrs Lawson connected the last corner and slid some bolts to hold it together.  “Obviously play-pens we make for dolls don’t need to be secure but we’ve added a couple of slim baby-proof bolts there.”

The sides came up to Joe’s chest.  He realised glumly that he would not be able to climb out of it.  “Here’s some more toys from Annie.”  A Jack-in-the-box was placed beside him in the pen as well as a couple of dolls.

He sat down.  The dolls only reminded him that he had very nearly been turned into a doll himself and shipped off in a box to Africa.  So he looked at the other toy and turned the handle until the popped out.  “Hurray!” they cheered.  “There’s something else we need to discuss”, his mother said.

The women left the room and went into the kitchen.  Joe wondered what the private discussion was about.  What other plans were they making for him?  He looked for the bolts at the corner of his play pen.  He pawed at them with his mittens but there was no way he could move them.  He considered again if he could get over the sides but they were too high and the side bars were perfectly smooth with no grip.

He shook the side bars in frustration just as they came back into the room.  His mother smiled.  “It’s so good to know he is safe and secure in his play pen.  Thank you so much.”  Joe flopped back down on his thick nappy and tried to think which rattle might cheer him up most.

There was no sign of release.  The following week Mrs Lawson arrived with Annie and carrying what assembled into a high chair.  “It should be strong enough to take his weight.”  Joe was lifted into the seat.  It held him well.  She pulled attached straps over his shoulders and arms on either side and snapped them together on his chest.  She tugged at the loose ends to tighten the straps snuggly over his body.  Then she swung the plastic tray down in front of his tummy and it snapped firmly in place.  “Perfect!”  The women were clearly pleased.

Joe found his feet in his pink booties were dangling in mid-air and he tried to feel around for a footrest but there didn’t appear to be one.  The high-chair had wheels and he was manoeuvred over to the dinner table and the wheels were locked in position.  His bottle was produced.  His mother often let him hold it himself now.  He spat out his soother and took the teat of the bottle which was routine for him now.

His mother provided the visitors with tea and cake.  She put a few cushions on a kitchen chair so that Annie could sit at the table with the adults.  It made her feel so grown up compared to Joe in his high-chair suc-king on a bottle, his pink booties dangling in the air.  Joe wished he could have some of that nice cake Annie was getting.

“Oh don’t think we’ve forgotten about you”, his mother assured him.  She produced a bowl of mashed banana.  “Oh I nearly forgot”, Mrs Lawson interjected, opening her bag.  She took an oversized plastic bib over to him.  She tied it around his neck and smoothed it down over his whole torso.  “This will protect your pretty dress!”

Annie giggled watching Joe being spoon-fed mashed banana, in his high-chair with the embarrassingly enormous plastic bib.  A little bit of banana did fall on the bib.  “Look at that!  I must make sure you wear your bib for every feeding”, his mother resolved.

[DaraJaney]

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.

[antonia]

Splendid story, thank you

[BabyJay]

Lovely continuation. Poor (or lucky) Joe, now regressed to Baby girl status. Look forward to His further humiliating situations.

[DaraJaney]

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.