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Active Sissy Stories / Re: Doll Factory
« Last post by DaraJaney on May 11, 2026, 05:31:11 PM »
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.
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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Active Sissy Stories / Re: Doll Factory
« Last post by DaraJaney on May 10, 2026, 01:45:51 AM »
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.
“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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Active Sissy Stories / Re: Doll Factory
« Last post by BabyJay on May 09, 2026, 11:06:51 AM »
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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Active Sissy Stories / Re: Doll Factory
« Last post by babycakes on May 09, 2026, 06:49:40 AM »
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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Active Sissy Stories / Re: Doll Factory
« Last post by sissyboy1212 on May 09, 2026, 06:44:10 AM »
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!
Well done DaraJaney! I look forward reading more!
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: Doll Factory
« Last post by DaraJaney on May 08, 2026, 05:55:59 PM »
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.
“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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Active Sissy Stories / Re: Doll Factory
« Last post by BabyJay on May 08, 2026, 04:32:08 AM »
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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Active Sissy Stories / Re: Doll Factory
« Last post by DaraJaney on May 07, 2026, 06:01:35 PM »
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!”
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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Active Sissy Stories / Re: Doll Factory
« Last post by DaraJaney on May 06, 2026, 05:09:13 PM »
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.
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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Active Sissy Stories / Re: Doll Factory
« Last post by cindydolly on May 06, 2026, 03:41:13 PM »
Absolutely superb story. Live it!
You are an excellent writer
You are an excellent writer
The more you give, the more I can give back.
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