Betty Pearl's Sissy Stories 20.1
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Joe had heard that this new high-tech, highly automated factory had just opened in town. He wanted to be a mechanical engineer so this piqued his interest. What disappointed him though was the use that all this cutting-edge technology was being put to. Apparently, it was being used for reconditioning old dolls!
He still wanted to see it all in action but enquiries proved fruitless. They didn’t allow visitors. They said that they would have to take so many safety measures and fill out all sorts of health and safety forms and risk assessments that it wasn’t worth their while.
When the school holidays came, he was really bored. Working on a supermarket checkout wasn’t much of a diversion for someone interested in going to university to do mechanical engineering.
One night he thought about breaking into the factory to have a look. There wasn’t much in the way of security at the perimeter. Who would want to break into a doll factory anyway? He circled the building and noticed a small window at the back that looked like it wasn’t fully closed.
He found a stick that he could insert in the gap and flick off the window handle so it opened. He looked in. Perfect! It was a window in the toilets. He could get in there without being seen by any security guard that might be around. So he climbed in.
He carefully peeked out the door of the toilets and saw no lights on anywhere. The factory looked entirely shut down, deserted and locked up for the night.
The first area he came to had boxes of old dolls of all sorts and sizes. They were all battered and worn-out. There were various machines, some of which he thought he recognised. Some looked like scanners. He could identify some 3-D printers. It could just as easily have been a car factory with all sorts of mechanical arms around the place to presumably do the more high-precision work.
At the other end of that section were other boxes, clearly of reconditioned dolls. Again, it looked like the machinery could be programmed to handle all sorts and sizes. Some of the dolls were almost the size of a child - they looked really creepy! He had to be impressed, though, that they all looked to be in pristine condition.
Further on, he found another box. These were not spanking-new-looking dolls. They appeared to be old, but better cared for. The box was marked “Pre-loved”. Yuck! That term made him sick. The dolls in that box mostly had fancy costumes and looked like they were probably display dolls rather than played-with.
Joe moved to the end of the production line to get a closer look. There was a sudden blip – just like the blip from a checkout when it reads a bar code – a sound he was all too familiar with, so it didn’t alarm him. Then two beams of laser light flipped up and down in front of him and behind him. That was more worrying.
Before he had time to react, he was lifted up in the air. Two metal curved prongs had slipped under his arms and raised him up. Then he was shunted across over the production line. His legs swung back and forth as he was helplessly suspended in mid-air. Mechanical arms appeared and grabbed him by the ankles and wrists, holding him firmly in position. Again, beams of light flicked up and down in front of him and behind him, though a bit more slowly this time. This wasn’t good. Lights started coming on all around the factory. He looked around desperately, not sure whether he wanted to see someone or not. He didn’t want to be caught breaking in but it did look like he was in a bit of a predicament.
A screen flickered into life and a message appeared: “3D map complete”. Suddenly more mechanical arms appeared with what seemed to be scissors and blades. Joe was startled and froze, thinking that he was about to be cut to pieces.
The scissors and blades whirred millimetres from his skin and in an extraordinary few seconds all his clothes were cut off him without even nicking his skin. He looked down to see himself completely naked! He was really impressed at the unprecedented accuracy of the machinery but less impressed with the pile of shredded clothes on the ground beneath him. It looked like this break in was a bad idea after all.
He was shunted further to the left with his wrists and ankles still firmly grasped. The screen now showed “Random outfit selection complete”. He could see machines automatically cutting materials and stitching fabrics. The whole factory had come to life with no sign of anyone around except for his entirely naked self.
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I love it when I see one of my favorite, legendary authors take the plunge into the “automated-factory” subgenre! Thank you, DaraJaney, for all you’ve contributed over the years! Can’t wait to see what happens in the Doll Factory next!
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Nice interesting start. Look forward to seeing which little girl is lucky enough to get Him as her dolly to dress up and play with.
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More arms extended with what looked like a towel which was expertly wrapped around his lower regions, providing some relief from his nakedness – until he saw it being secured in place with large safety pins and realised he had just been put in a cloth nappy. He was again none-the-less impressed at the dexterity of the machine that inserted the safety pin without nicking him.
He could see a machine working on something made of plastic or PVC. It appeared to be welding it around the edges. An arm brought it towards him. Within a second or two his ankles were momentarily released and pink plastic pants were pulled up and over his nappy. Another scanning beam flipped over him and arms extended around his bottom and appeared to be tucking his nappy in wherever it was protruding out of the plastic pants. This was also very impressive.
Looking to his left he could see a production line of dolls of widely varying sizes suspended, as he was, from the overhead rail, all being dressed in various outfits which seemed to be quickly produced by the machines running parallel to the production line. He could see the doll next to him was being dressed like a fashionable Barbie in a smart pink suit. The next one along was in a Victorian dress and bloomers. Then there was a cheerleader and then a baby doll.
While he was distracted, the machines pulled a pair of white tights over his feet, up his legs and over his nappy. The nappy was bad enough but now sissy tights! He looked up and saw that the machines had already produced a frilly pink dress which oddly looked like it was split in two, front and back.
He lurched to the left again and was now, to his despair, in line with the frilly pink dress. His jaw dropped as the front of the dress was positioned in front of him and the back was swung around behind him. Then the two parts were brought together and he was, quickly and with great precision, sewn into the dress. As it was dark outside, he could see his reflection in the windows. His dress billowed over layers of underskirts and only came half-way down his nappy.
But he needn’t have worried. A pair of matching pink frilly knickers were pulled up over his tights and under his dress – three rows of lace peeking from below his petticoats, bulging over his thick nappy.
This was going too far! He was about to call for help when he again lurched to the left and something stopped him in his tracks. A large pink soother was positioned in front of him. He watched mesmerised as a mechanical arm held a tube marked “Quick-setting Glue” and delicately applied a ring of glue to the mouth-shield of the soother. It then shot forward, forcing the fat teat into his mouth and was held firmly for about 10 seconds.
The description on the tube did not lie. “Mmmmmm!” He had missed his chance to call for help. “MMMMMMM!” Nobody was going to hear his whimpering over the noise of the machinery and there was still no sign of anyone anyway.
Another lurch to the left. A pair of pink fleecy booties were pulled over his feet. They had a two-inch lace trim and were elasticated around his ankles and a big pink bow was glued to the front of each bootie. Then a pair of padded mittens were pulled over his hands similarly trimmed with wide lace which was tightened around his wrists.
Glancing to his left he could see a machine putting the finishing touches to a pink frilly bonnet and he was duly swung along in line with the bonnet which was placed on his head. A white ribbon with a large bow tied in the middle dangled from his bonnet. A mechanical arm took it and swung it under his chin and the other end was sewn to the other side of the bonnet.
The production line rail turned at a 90 degree angle and he could see the dolls that preceded him were being boxed. He struggled desperately but pointlessly as he continued to be firmly held under the arms.
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What a great little story, would love to take a ride on this machine!
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Wonderful!. Amazing what modern technology can do. Sounds like He has been transformed into a Cute little 'Betsy Wetsy' doll. Some lucky little girl is going to have so much fun playing with Him and changing His nappies. Looking forward to next chapter. :)
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Well done! This is a twist that I have never seen before! There was a story called House of Dolls which was based on spells but this is much more feasible. Thank you.
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Absolutely superb story. Live it!
You are an excellent writer
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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.
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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!”
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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. :)
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So Joe suc-ked on his soother while the women selected another baby dress design of his mother’s choosing. He could hear: “Yes, lemon with pink trimmings. Can you make the sleeves more puffed out?” The manager clicked her mouse. “More …. More …. More, that’s lovely. Now the bonnet. That’s a very pretty design but I think he’ll need one more practical one, you know, that will actually keep the sun off his face when he’s outside.” Joe was getting seriously worried now.
“His third outfit?” Mrs Lawson asked. His mother went “ooh I love that romper design! Does it have a snap crotch for changing? Yes? We’ll have that in lavender please. You have lavender tights too? That’s perfect.”
Within minutes, the machines had done their magic and his mother held his spanking new lemon dress and lavender romper on hangers. His bonnets, booties and mittens were in a bag. “Right, time to get you home.”
Joe sniffled, still suc-king on his soother as he hadn’t yet been given permission to take it out. He cringed as she opened the door to the outside and he tried to push his skirts and petticoats down to conceal his nappy but it was pointless.
Fortunately, there weren’t too many people around the industrial estate but cars and lorries drove past just the other side of the fence. He was grateful his mother’s car was only about 10 yards away. He must look a sight in his big pink frilly dress and bonnet.
It seemed to take an age for his mother to open the car. He gratefully sat into the back and slinked down as far as he could. “You’ll have to sit up so you can wear the seat belt”, his mother ordered. He reluctantly sat up and she pulled the seat belt across and it clicked into the holder.
“Nnnggggghhh?” he pleaded desperately, hoping she would understand that he was begging to be able to lose the soother. She ignored it. That and his bonnet had to be conspicuous as she pulled out into the road. He just looked ahead and hoped he would not see anyone notice him.
As they turned into his street, he was terrified that anyone would see. Some girls were playing hopscotch but fortunately were too focused on their game to notice.
His mother pulled into the driveway. She got out of the car, opened the back door, leaned in and undid his seatbelt. She stood back to let him get out. He cringed but if he sat there too long, he might be noticed by the girls. He climbed out and ran to the front door. But his mother was taking her time taking his other dress and romper from the car.
He hopped nervously from one foot to the other. Surely someone was going to notice his big pink dress, frilly knickers, bonnet and obvious bulge of nappy. Eventually his mother came and unlocked the front door and he rushed in. Had anyone seen? He couldn’t be sure.
What now? His mother said “you must be starving”. He nodded agreement. He certainly was. She took his baby bottle from the bag. “Time for your first feed so.” He cringed.
A few minutes later he was suc-king on a baby bottle of warm milk. It seemed to take ages to finish it, especially having to stop regularly to burp him.
To give him something to eat, his mother took some of the previous night’s leftovers, put them in the blender and spoon-fed them to him. Whenever she wasn’t looking, he tugged on his mittens but there was no shifting them and they made him almost helpless.
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What a fun and creative story! Joe is so lucky to have such pretty outfits for the summer! Now that the staff at the doll factory knows their technology is safe for people, I do hope Joe gets to have another encounter with their incredible machines. It makes me wonder what else they might be capable of... hairstyles or long-lasting makeup perhaps? :)
Well done DaraJaney! I look forward reading more!
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Thanks for your excellent writing. Seems like Mrs. Lawson may have stumbled onto a whole new extension of her business - child management clothing and equipment (assuming they could automate nursery furniture production) for bratty and unruly children, of any age, who need correction, management and a "fresh start".
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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. :)
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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. “Oh 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.
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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.
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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.
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Splendid story, thank you
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Lovely continuation. Poor (or lucky) Joe, now regressed to Baby girl status. Look forward to His further humiliating situations.
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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.
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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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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.
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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.
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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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Can't wait for the next chapter, my favourite author is back!
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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!
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I've only seen this AI video on Deviantart today but it was posted early April - a month before I started this story.
https://www.deviantart.com/lilly4077/art/Iron-Helpers-Chapter-45-Cynthia-is-VID-III-1307826112 (https://www.deviantart.com/lilly4077/art/Iron-Helpers-Chapter-45-Cynthia-is-VID-III-1307826112)
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No need to apologise! I have been inspired by Deviant Art myself (my last story!)
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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?
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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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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.
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One day when his mummy was collecting him from the creche, Marsie took her aside. “You know, I wonder would he be better off with babies of the same ability – you know like one-year olds? The toddlers tease him a lot. I’m friends with Aly who runs a nursery. She has a vacancy at the moment.”
So it was agreed to try him in the nursery. He wore his apricot and lemon ensemble the first day. Now there was a whole new set of people who were seeing him in his pretty baby dress and waddling in his thick nappies for the first time.
Even, the one-year-olds in their normal clothes laughed at his ultra-babyish outfit which didn’t make him feel any better. “Now he can play with the others” his Mum observed as a baby offered Joe a rattle. “Oh isn’t that nice. He’ll fit right in.”
After a couple of days Aly agreed to take him on a long-term basis. The following morning he arrived in his stroller. Before letting him out, his Mum changed his booties. “There’s just a little concern that you are so much bigger than the other babies you could injure them.” Joe frowned. What did she mean? She let him out of the stroller. When he tried to walk he felt pins piercing his feet. “Nnnggghhh!” He had to go down on his hands and knees to relieve it. “Ah you’ve got his crawling trainers, excellent!” Aly noticed.
So Joe was banned from waddling around the nursery and had to crawl. An added bonus to this was that everyone got plenty of views of his frilly bottom as he crawled around. He was not happy about this. Some of the babies could toddle around the place and lorded it over him now that he could only crawl.
The next day Mrs Lawson provided them with a large high-chair for Joe. This was placed between two normal sized high-chairs so that Joe could be fed alongside the babies.
A few days later a mother who also had a child at the creche came to collect her little girl at lunchtime. Joe was sharing some fluffy blocks with pictures of animals on them with one of the babies. “Oh there’s Baby Joe! Lovely to see he’s settled in well and is playing with the other babies.” He hated people referring to the ‘other’ babies. He wasn’t really a baby! He suc-ked hard on his soother and shook his rattle trying to take his mind of it. Then he realised that the lace frills on one of his booties were sticking up and he carefully smoothed them down again and checked his petticoats were nicely arranged around him.
Just then Aly came into the room. “Dinner time!” she called out. Joe turned over and crawled towards his high chair. “Oh look at those pretty ruffles”, the mother commented as his dress rode up at the back. “Yes, he can only crawl now”, Aly told her. “Aw! So cute!”
He was helped up into his high-chair and strapped in. Babies were similarly placed in high chairs either side of him and Aly tied fleece bibs around their necks. She then took his very large plastic bib and tied it around his neck. He pushed it down with his mittens, making sure his pretty dress was well protected.
Ally disappeared into the kitchen and returned with a tray with three bowls of baby food – one several times larger than the others. She placed the two small bowls in front of the babies and gave them a plastic spoon. “I think you can just about manage yourselves now.” The babies took their spoons and carefully dipped them into their bowls and managed to bring the spoons to their mouths and eat.
Joe couldn’t manage that with his hands strapped in the mittens. Aly picked up his spoon and dipped it in his baby food. “Open wide!” Joe unhappily complied, glaring at the babies either side of him as Aly took his next spoonful. Her phone rang. “Oh excuse me a minute.” She put the spoon down and went off to take her call.
Joe had to sit there patiently while the babies continued feeding themselves. He tried to trap his spoon between his mittens. He just about managed it and carefully dipped the spoon in his baby food. He lifted it up but the angle was all wrong. Still he tried but the baby food slid off the spoon and on to his bib. Aly was returning. “Oh now! That’s why you have to wear such a big bib!” She scooped the baby food off his bib, tutting. The babies laughed at his helplessness. He was just relieved that the bib saved his dress. It would be embarrassing to have a baby food stain on his pretty dress for the rest of the day.
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Loving this story. Thank you
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i very much enjoy this story (and your other stories). The slow acceptance of the soft comforts and pretty delights of being treated as a baby girl …. sigh!
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About a week later when he arrived at the nursery Mrs Lawson was there. “Look, we’ve made a walker for you!” Joe glared at his latest accessory as she opened the side to let him in. He was helped from his stroller into the walker. The suspended seat in the middle held him at a height where his toes could just about touch the ground. Mrs Lawson drew the straps around his waist and secured him into it. She closed the side of it.
“You should be able to push yourself around in it”, she explained. They were all staring at him expectantly so he pushed as best he could with his toes and the walker moved a few inches on its wheels. “There you go!” His mother was clearly pleased.
He tried again and got a few more inches. “See, you just need lots of practice.” “We’ll keep him in it until lunchtime”, Aly assured her. “Look there’s bells and rattles all around you there”, his mother demonstrated. She flicked the lever on a bell and it dinged. Joe pawed at it with his mittens and with some difficulty got it to ring. They all clapped as if this had been a great achievement for him. “Look there’s a horn!” He managed to squeeze the rubber balloon on the end between his mittens and it honked. The babies all laughed.
“Thanks so much for everything you are doing for him”, his mother thanked Mrs Lawson. “You’re welcome. It’s been great having someone to test these all out. The next thing we need to figure out is if we can give a one or two year warranty.” “Well his play-pen, cot and high-chair all look as good as the day you brought them. He’s never been able to get out of any of them and it’s not for want of trying!” They all smiled. “But it will be interesting to see how they are after two years of use.” Joe suc-ked hard on his soother.
His mother went off to work as he was left to practice in his walker. He reckoned if they just lowered his seat a little he could get better purchase. Communicating that through his soother was not easy though. “Nnnggghhh!” “Yes dear?” He waggled his bottom in the seat and tried to demonstrate that it needed adjusting. Aly just looked puzzled. He spat the soother out and was about to speak but she took it and re-inserted it firmly “Now, now!” Joe just had to be satisfied with the set up and eventually managed to move a little more easily. “See! I told you that you would get better with practice.”
One day they were told that little Jean was old enough now to move to the creche, this was going to be her last day. They had got a cake for the occasion. Joe was let out of his walker and crawled towards the little table. He turned and sat on his thickly nappied bottom, his legs in his cerise tights pushed wide apart by his double-thickness cloth nappy. He smoothed his petticoats down and looked up cutely through the frills on his bonnet and Aly went to get his big plastic bib. She secured it around his neck and made sure it protected his pretty dress. She took a spoon and scooped up some of the cake. She carefully held it in front of his mouth and he leaned forward and took as much as he could in his mouth. Some crumbs and cream stuck around his mouth and some dropped on his bib. Aly scraped the crumb and cream from around his mouth and inserted the spoon again.
“Will Baby Joe be going to the creche again?” Jean asked. “I don’t think so”, Aly smiled, “he’s better suited to here. He’s our permanent one-year-old!” she giggled. Joe looked sad. “Oh now, you don’t want those toddlers teasing you again, do you?” He had to agree he didn’t. One of the baby boys crawled over to him and handed him a rattle to cheer him up. Joe sighed but took the rattle and shook it. They all smiled. “See, this is the right place for you.”
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please continue story
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Hi from UK love this story, how it developing. Any UK guys in call me or text 077 140 34435 Terry Nappy Steve UK
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hi from the UK
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Hi Ian I love thick Terry Nappies and Plastic Pants. And stories of guys being made to wear double Terry Nappies and Double Plastic Pants, AB babyro, bibs, dummy etc. Steve
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There are some great stories on this site. So my thanks to all the writers, etc who provide the stories. I really appreciate their time, skill, imagination, etc.
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I wonder if any other Adult Baby 1 year old guys will join Baby Joe in the crèche?? Imagine the washline of the crèche fill with adult Terry nappies, Plastic Pants, Plastic Bibs, Babygros, Rompers.
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Hi how you, Steve
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Hi Ian I love thick Terry Nappies and Plastic Pants. And stories of guys being made to wear double Terry Nappies and Double Plastic Pants, AB babyro, bibs, dummy etc. Steve
brilliant
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Hi how you, Steve
are you on FL site steve
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No not on FL sorry. U can call or text me. Home all night. Love the stories of guys being forced, kept in Terry nappies, plastic pants, plastic bib, dummy, public xposure. Just think how many guys NOW in UK getting into there nappies, plastic pants, rompers, etc before being put into AB cots. S
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should be me here in this paragraph
Love the stories of guys being forced, kept in Terry nappies, plastic pants, plastic bib, dummy, public xposure. Just think how many guys NOW in UK getting into there nappies, plastic pants, rompers, etc before being put into AB cots. S
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Sunday afternoon in the AB village. Washing lines full of freshly washed Terry Nappies, Plastic Pants, AB Babygros, Rompers, large bibs some Plastic other Terry towelling, loads AB shorts with poppers across crotch area. In the park some ABs in prams in there thick Terry nappies and plastic pants with rompers and bibs. Other AB guys sitting on picnic sheet, dummy in wetting there thick Terry Nappies. Others AB guys toddling with Daddy, Mummy, Nanny etc holding hands and there thick Terry Nappies, Rubbers/Plastic Pants on show. Mmmmmmmmm lots these ABs fulling there Terry Nappies with pp. Steve UK