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!

I hope this gets continued at some point, but I understand if it doesn’t. 

I’m sorry to hear about Tumblr Bobby, I loved checking that site once a week just to see if anything new popped up or to just reread some of the older stories.  Guess I have zero reasons to keep my FL account anymore

Great story, but, "THE END"!!. Just as it was starting to get interesting. I was expecting a few more humiliating situations before returning home and seeing what His Mother had in store for Him. Maybe sometime in the future?. :)

I agree, would to love to see how Timmy would have interacted with the other sissy bedwetters and exchange stories also would love to hear more on how the non-sissy bedwetters are treated compared to them. (Maybe a punished regular bedwetter forced to join the sissy side for a day, and they hear how different it is on his side.) As well as maybe a visit from his mother, seeing his full sissy state. Maybe having the parents visit on the weekend to check up on them. Not to mention what happens once he is done with his two weeks. (Maybe Timmy's mom might add two more weeks to see if it will help.) Just felt like you left us pent up and wanting more with no satisfying climax. LOL

Just a note to my readers: This story is only available here--it was banned from FL site and my Tumblr blog was taken down, so I will no longer be posting content there.

Some time later, Taylor came in and woke him up, changing his wet diapers and chiding him for his immature lack of control. Timmy was completely ashamed, his childish bedwetting habit having been revealed again before this pretty woman.
    After swapping out his sissy top for an adorable pink ruffled dress, she buckled him into his Mary Janes and led him out to the common room, to play some childish games with the other sissy bedwetters. He soon found himself eagerly engaged in a game of Twister with two of the others, although there were several times when he found his face in close proximity to their fat, plastic covered bottoms and he could easily smell their pee-soaked diapers.
   Later, after dinner, Taylor announced an early bedtime for Timmy, which drew several smirks from the sissies he had been playing with earlier. Not sure what to make of their reactions, he followed Taylor back to his nursery, glad of the opportunity to finally get his diapers changed again, which he had managed to wet several times while he had been playing sissy games.
   He was surprised when they entered his room, to find the tall nurse from earlier standing before his crib. She had a firm, no-nonsense look on her face but the wooden Spencer paddle in her hand made clear her intentions.
   â€śTimmy, here at the Bedwetter Institute, we believe a good, hard spanking before bedtime will motivate you to try harder to keep your bed dry,” she said as she took a seat on the only stool in the room. Taylor went to open the nursery door wider, making sure everyone in the sissy wing would be able to hear Timmy's crying and wailing.
   Timmy gulped with fear and he looked wide-eyed in panic around the room seeking an escape but Taylor had taken up a position blocking the doorway, her hands resting on her curvy hips.
   â€śLift the hem of your dress, please,” the tall nurse said in a surprisingly comforting voice.
   â€śNo...no...no,” Timmy protested weakly as he shifted his feet but the nurse simply reached under and took a hold of his plastic panties, pulling them down off his soggy wet diapers.
   Timmy stared in disbelief at the yawning cleavage between her two big breasts as she guided him over her firm lap, positioning him so  as to leave him helpless over her thighs.
   â€śPlease—please,” he begged her piteously, “I'll try harder, I'll do anything—please don't spank me!”
   Ignoring his whiny protests, she unpinned the pee-soaked, saturated cotton and pulled the layers back, exposing his soft, plump bottom as Taylor smiled down upon him.
   â€śThis will help you try harder,” she said cheerfully.
   Before Timmy could respond, the nurse raised the paddle high over her head and brought it down with a terrific impact, flattening Timmy's curvy cheeks and leaving a bright red, rectangular imprint.
    “YEOOWWW!!” he wailed at the top of his lungs.
   Two more blistering swats were delivered to each cheek, making Timmy kick wildly with his Mary Janes. The paddle had two rows of air holes and it delivered a vicious bite to Timmy's tender skin. As she kept up an even rhythm, swatting his soft sissy bottom, Timmy burst into tears, crying like the big baby he was dressed up as. Hot tears tumbled down his red face as he shook his fists in helpless frustration.
   The nurse paused her terrible punishment to scold the crying pansy.
   â€śYoung man—you are going to try harder to keep your diapers dry. And every night before bedtime, we are going to repeat this punishment until you learn to control your peeing.”
   In a flash, the paddle swooped back up and came down several more times, searing his red bottom cruelly, the hard, unforgiving wood leaving hot welts on his fanny as Timmy cried harder. The loud sounds of the crack of wood impacting his bare bottom competed with Timmy's frantic wailing and sobbing. To be sure, everyone in the wing could hear him getting his well-deserved punishment.
    “Are you going to start acting like an adult or am I going to be paddling your little bottom every night?” she said as she paused his spanking.
   Timmy blurted out a string of promises, mostly unintelligible as he squirmed on her lap and continued to cry uncontrollably.
   The tall nurse rewarded him with a flurry of harsh, stinging swats, designed to make his sitting impossible for the next several days.
   Timmy was crying hard as Taylor lifted him up and helped him over to the changing table, his wet diapers still laying in the floor where they'd fallen during his spanking. Playing 'good cop' to the tall nurse's 'bad cop', Taylor gently applied cool Desitin to Timmy's blazing hot bottom, handing him another baby bottle to nurse from.
   The nurse hung up the Spencer paddle on a peg above the dresser and left without another word. Taylor finished diapering Timmy and she tucked him into his crib with a warm, comforting hug. After finishing his bottle, Taylor slipped a pink pacifier between his lips, the large rubber bulb filling his mouth and providing some small solace to the sissy bedwetter.
   Finally, his whimpering quieted and he settled down to the soothing music of the mobile above his head. With his bottom still on fire, the heat was trapped by his plastic panties and it roasted like a five-alarm fire inside his thick diapers. Timmy shifted constantly in the crib, trying to get comfortable, and eventually positioning himself on his tummy so he could try and sleep. Still, the day's exhausting events finally conspired to make him drift off, and before long, the sissy was dreaming of Taylor's sexy curves and pretty face.
   Alas, sometime during the night, Timmy's lack of control once more came back to haunt him and a warm flow of pee—now directed backwards by his chastity device, caused it to stream down between his legs, warming the fat seat of his soft, fluffy diapers. It flowed without pause, soaking through all three layers, all the way up to the elastic waistband of his snug plastic panties before seeping in between his legs to saturate the thick cotton cloth in front. His bladder now empty, the sissy continued to sleep contentedly, hugging his teddy bear and suc-king his pacifier like a toddler.
   Tomorrow, Timmy could look forward to more diapers, a nice, soapy enema, and another trip over the tall nurse's lap.
   It was going to be two, very long weeks for the poor sissy bedwetter.


THE END