Doll Factory

[DaraJaney]

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.

[Rostr90]

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!

[BabyJay]

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.

[DaraJaney]

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.