Doll Factory

[antonia]

No need to apologise! I have been inspired by Deviant Art myself (my last story!)

[DaraJaney]

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.

[DaraJaney]

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.