A story about a getting processed into a doll with a nice costume.
Doll Factory
After graduating from high school and not having scored terribly well to advance to my degree the first job I managed to get was a security guard for one of the factories sited at the nearby industrial park. It’s a very boring job. I just sit in the guard stand and patrol the ground but I never see anyone come of go. Well that is with the exception of a large van that arrives early morning driving inside the factory, stays for an hour and then leaves.
It pretty boring even though the guard station has everything you need: CCTV cameras, television, radio, telephone and even a computer with Internet connection. It wasn’t so bad when I first started but now that it’s been almost one month it’s very boring. The only person I get to speak to is the driver and his crew. When they arrive a cheery ‘Hello’ and when they leave a quick ‘Goodbye’.
I never have seen a single soul while I have been on duty. I don’t get to see inside the factory so I don’t know what goes on in there. That brings me to the fact that when there is no one in there. How does the factory just start up on by itself? Every day at different times after they truck leaves the factory just starts up and scares the stuff out of me.
It’s boredom with good pay this job is. They told me too that I could keep stuff if I can find it but there is nothing in the yard and the factory has always been securely locked. Anyway the factory hasn’t started up yet today and I need to be on patrol.
I had just turned round the first corner when I had a thought. All the time that I have been here I have never patrolled the roof or even been up to it. There must be some windows up there where I can see what is inside the factory. I ran across to the fire ladder that is at the back of the factory. Its cold steel framework greeted me I could see that the first few rungs of the ladder were deliberately barred to prevent anyone from entering the building from it, however with the training that I received I quickly circumvented this obstacle and was well on my way to the factory roof.
Once on the roof there wasn’t that much there either. The standard factory tarmac roof greeted me as well as two set of long triangular skylight windows. I did a quick walk around the roof of the factory. I could see the large locked gates that the truck had entered through earlier this morning before turning back to the skylights. I could see that one of the skylights was not shut properly and that would have to be reported. Approaching the other set of skylights I peered into the factory below.
What I saw from the roof wasn’t terribly clear. There was a large ‘U’-shaped machine, I could see what looked like packing materials and wait… is that people down there? My guard instincts kicked in. I had to observe them but from this height there was no way I could tell what they were up to. I decided to pry open the improperly shut window so that I could enter the building itself.
I don’t know how long it took me to reach the ground by going across the roof beams, down the stairs balance my way across several support beams, then through an internal window into what was the control room and from their out another as the door was locked, onto some boxes before jumping onto the floor. The amount of noise I made must have scared away all the people I though as I crouched behind the boxes. But not to my surprise none of them had move from where they stood on the floor. I jumped out gun in hand. “FREEZE!”
Standing on what was a chessboard with 64 squared black and white coloured crosses marking the ground were mannequins. I had worried myself to death over lifeless mannequins and pointed a gun at one. I sheathed away my gun and decided to examine the factory further.
The mannequins were all standing but each was of a different size, colour, height, gender, some were fully clothed while others stood naked. They were arranged into two rows eight each standing on alternating colour crosses. But this was only on half of the floor area of the factory. Walking around to the other end of a screen wall I saw another chessboard marked in the same way. It must be some sort of starting and stopping mechanism for the machine. I went back and stood near what seems like the start of the machine.
The machine was a silvery alien like “U”-tube several large steel boxes were present along its course. At some of this boxes more metal extended backwards into other machines possibly with other functions. It was then that the machine automatically started up. I jumped backwards knocking over the mannequin that was standing on a slightly thicker that normal white cross.
The machine hummed to life stretched out its loading arm in search of the first item that was to be processed. Clamping the arm around the neck and following its program it loaded the first mannequin into the awaiting smaller spread eagle device in the first box.
I struggle against the grip of the machine I looked like someone falling and flailing my arms but instead of hitting the floor I was rising into the silver box. As soon as I entered I felt things lock onto my lower claves and lower arms before I felt being stretched in four directions. A red line passed up and down me.
The machine had the mannequin secure it now scanned the mannequin to determine its current status:
SCANNING – DONE CLOTHED – YES REMOVAL NEEDED ACTIVATING – BLADES PROCESSING…
I screamed my heart out as I saw blades emerge from all directions. What happened next was what a normal person would see in a slasher movie. I panicked; my face whitened and didn’t dare to move. My clothes were literally slashed into small pieces of square cloth. As the blades retreated I was still as stiff as a board. I saw the red line pass up and down me again.
The machine determined its current status:
SCANNING – DONE CLOTHED – NO SKIP REMOVAL SCANNING – DONE CLEAN – NO > CLEANING REQUIRED ACTIVATING – SHOWER PROCESSING…
What came next was a freezing cold shower. I could also smell chemicals dissolved in the water it flowed over me but the main point was that it was freezing. My lips must have turned blue before drying started. A red line passed up and down my eyes.
The machine determined its current status:
SCANNING – DONE CLOTHED – NO SKIP REMOVAL SCANNING – DONE CLEAN – YES SKIP CLEANING SCANNING – DONE COLOUR – WHITE NEW COLOUR – ASIAN ACTIVATING – COSMETIC LATEX COLOUR SPRAY…
I felt the thing that I was tied to move from the box. I was outside in the factory for only a brief moment before entering the next box. It was dark in the box but the minute the spray hit me I closed both my eyes. It was a wise thing to do as the spray went from my feet up to my head. Smaller sprays then sprayed around my lips, cheeks and eyes. Something then hit the top of my head it felt heavy and I opened my eyes to feel the belt move on. A red line moved up and down my body.
I moved into the next box and the noise of the machine quieten before multiple red lines some horizontally and some vertically scanned me over several times. I dreaded what was to come so I just lay back and tried to relax.
The machine determined its current status:
SCANNING – DONE CLOTHED – NO SKIP REMOVAL SCANNING – DONE CLEAN – YES > SKIP CLEANING SCANNING – DONE COLOUR – ASIAN SKIP SPRAY PROGRAM – BONDAGE COSPLAY KAITOU SAINT TAIL START SCANNING – DONE SIZE RECORDING DONE PROCESS…
I heard loud noises as the machine worked its way up again to full momentum. I must have waited there for at least ten minutes before I was moved out of this box and into the next.
The machine determined its current status:
SCANNING – DONE CLOTHED – NO SKIP REMOVAL SCANNING – DONE CLEAN – YES SKIP CLEANING SCANNING – DONE COLOUR – ASIAN SKIP SPRAY PROGRAM – BONDAGE COSPLAY KAITOU SAINT TAIL START SCANNING – DONE SIZE RECORDING DONE DONE PROGRAM – BONDAGE COSPLAY PROCESSING…
What happened next was unexpected a large black latex corset flew over my head and down towards my feet. My feet were then brought together before more clamps were felt at my calves. As the corset was brought upwards my feet went into the holes. The lower calf clamps released themselves to let the corset pass before clamping over them. The clamps at the calves then released to allow the corset up further.
My legs were being moved apart again as the corset went to about six inches to my sex when I detected the problem. Something was being forced into my sex and ass. Fight as I may the machine dressing me was too powerful and in they went. I felt the corset being drawn tight around the back as the tightening worked its way upward. I felt dizzy due to the tightness and blacked out looking like a real mannequin.
The corset as well has having plugs for the mannequin also had breast stimulators. These went over its breasts and the mannequin lay there as the tightening continued. It was unaware that as the corset tightened, her cleavage expanded and waist reduced a small mechanism was sealing the corset making it irremovable unless it was returned to the machine that made it.
What came next to the slumbering mannequin was a white latex shirt to. It passed through both arms and head before it was rolled down from her neck giving her a collar over her exposed cleavage ending at her wasp like waist.
At the same time a pair of black latex tights were being rolled from her feet upward meeting the shirt before being glued together. The tights must have been smaller that what the mannequin was used to as the tights enhanced and reshaped her legs.
A big fifty centimetre long pink latex tutu then arrived and was fed thought the legs ending at the glued seam so that no one would be able to tell that the top and tights were done separately.
Being a machine it had coordinated this process along with rolling black latex gloves up both her arms. Squeezing them to be longer slenderer in shape. Finally the black gloves stopped just below her armpits.
She was just gaining consciousness inside the machine but that consciousness only lasted a few seconds not enough to even put up a struggle.
These arms then reached for the next item that came in a black bow tie that went around her neck before the collar was folded down.
As her breathing was made shallower again by the restrictive bowtie that had snapped into place around her neck she fainted from lack of oxygen
Those metallic arms went up again bringing down a cocktail dress while a set of arms lower down brought up four-inch heels for her. A rubber bonding glue was sprayed into the shoes before they were fitted onto her. As for the cocktail dress that was being rolled down from her shoulders a white spray was leading it ensuring it of its hold.
Finally a black scrunchy tied her brunette hair into a long ponytail behind her.
The machine determined its current status:
SCANNING – DONE CLOTHED – NO SKIP REMOVAL SCANNING – DONE CLEAN – YES SKIP CLEANING SCANNING – DONE COLOUR – ASIAN SKIP SPRAY PROGRAM – BONDAGE COSPLAY KAITOU SAINT TAIL START SCANNING – DONE SIZE RECORDING DONE DONE PROGRAM – BONDAGE COSPLAY KAITOU SAINT TAIL DONE PROGRAM – FINISHING STARTED
The sprays then worked as one each spraying from a different angle a clear rubber solution that was drying quickly over the newly prepared Kaitou Saint Tail mannequin. The sprays went all the way up to the mannequin’s neck before ceasing. A warm air was now blowing over the mannequin waking it up.
As her darkened vision cleared from her eye she felt herself being lifted up by a mechanical arm around her neck. Looking she saw that she was being lowered slowly onto the ground where a think black cross-stood. As the arm released its grip her legs wobble and she sunk to the floor. A large gold baton with a red ruby like gem on the top was dropped in front of her.
It was tight horribly tight. I tried clawing the costume to get the corset underneath off from around my waist and chest but the clear smooth plastic like outer skin that now guarded the costume could not be pierced by the smoothly coated hand I now had.
I could not think clearly the lack of oxygen made everything blurry. I grabbed at the baton that now lay before me. Using it as a makeshift crutch I used it to get onto my knees but that was as far as I could go as the baton was no higher than the length of my legs to waist. I had to keep my mind clear all my moves were slow and painful.
I hobbled slowly towards the control room for the machine to try and read the spec of this costume. Dragging myself along the ground and up the few steps that led to the door of the control room I rested underneath the open window that led me into this mess. I threw the baton into the room before grabbing onto the ledge I manage to heave myself up onto the four-inch boots that adorned my legs. I teetered and wobble but managed to throw myself forwards so that half my body was inside and the other half hung outside. One more exhausting pull managed to help me go head first into one of the control stations chairs.
Holding onto the chair I managed to right myself and sit down. Only to feel the two plugs being pushed further into my body. I picked up the baton again and wheeled myself across the control room to the main computer. Using the keyboard I recalled up the costume that I was making. The computer blinked up the words that the costume was complete and ready for use. I called up the customer’s notes to the costume. The screen shot back the reply:
The corset cannot be removed from the mannequin unless the mannequin is sent back for a new fitting.
The costume must have:
- Black latex corset with plugs
- Shoulder length black latex gloves
- White latex undershirt with collar
- Long pink tutu
- Black latex tights
- Black latex cocktail dress
- Golden baton with twistable ruby gem on top
Twistable ruby gem I though holding onto the baton. Curiosity got the better of me and I decided give the gem on the baton a good full twist. This proved to be a costly mistake as the plugs inside me vibrated to life. I tried twisting the gem back the other way but the gem would not budge. I thought this must be a timer device as I began to inhale in heavier and heavier breaths. The costume however restricted my breaths so that they grew quicker and I black out again.
All that lay on the controller’s chair was a doll that was clutching a golden baton with its body spasm to the vibrations of the plugs inside it. Little did the doll know, that a full twist of the gem meant six hours of joy in the costume.
“Miss Veronica! Miss Veronica! Can you hear me? Are you alright?” Her main employer Mr Brown shook her as she sat or rather lying there propped up by the chair. They had noticed her missing from the guard station when the driver investigated why the front gate refused to open. The driver then brought the news out to Mr Brown who had brought one of his clients to visit the site.
Mr Brown had expected the worse leaving the trailer parked outside of the factory. They climbed over the factory access gate and then made their way across to the main factory. Mr Brown then personally punched in the sequence of numbers into the num-pad outside that started the rollers to allow them to venture inside.
Inside was at least still intact the machine was still there and the mannequins had been processed each one wearing the garment that they had been processed to wear. That was when the driver pointed out to Mr Brown that the first finished mannequin was not on its spot instead a large empty ‘X’ marked the spot that it would have been on if it was there.
Rounding the wall that separated finished and to be processed mannequins Mr Brown saw that the first mannequin had fallen over from where it should be standing. He guessed that that was why the first spot on the finished mannequin area was missing. Mr Brown walked over to the mannequin, propped it back up on its two legs and placed it onto the mark indicating the first mannequin.
Mr Brown and the driver were then met by a shout from the outside of the factory. The client that had accompanied them to the site today had apparently also climbed over the factory gates even though Mr Brown had told him that he would fetch him once he was ready. The driver sprinted out to point him in the direction of where Mr Brown was now standing before heading towards the gate himself. It was unwise to leave the trailer unlocked in case anyone drove off in it.
Mr Brown and his client then made his way round to the machine’s control room. He explained to the client that the machine had missed procession one of the mannequins and that he would now be able to see first hand how it was done. He reached for his pocket where the key was. Fishing it out, he opened the door.
This was where Mr Brown found Miss Veronica. The first thing he noticed was that she was clad in shiny rubber all the way up from her feet to it ending just below her chin. The second thing he noticed when he looked at her face that she was dead. Her face was very pale in comparison to that of a normally living person. Mr Brown quickly grabbed one of her arms and tried to feel for a pulse. He didn’t want to show to a client a dead employee.
He couldn’t feel the pulse at all from the thick and tightly drawn rubber that was all over her. Desperate he grabbed a mirror and held it just under her nose. Ever so gently Veronica breathed out and slowly the mirror under her nose steamed up. ‘Thank heavens that she’s alive’ Mr Brown thought. He turned around to assure his client that the guard was not dead.
The client pushed past him oblivious to his claims and began feeling the woman’s body through the warm tight shiny rubber that was wrapped around her.
“Mr Takehome [Ta-ke-ho-me], you shouldn’t do that.” Mr Brown started, “If she finds out she can sue you for harassment.”
“Is this,” here Mr Takehome paused, English wasn’t his first language and he was having problems with it, “new item you show me?” he finally managed to say.
“No not really.” He turned his attention back to her form.
“Miss Veronica! Miss Veronica! Can you hear me? Are you alright?” Her main employer Mr Brown shook her as she sat or rather lying there propped up by the chair.
Slowly she came around again and the pain started again from her waist. She then saw Mr Brown her shaking her. Attempting painfully to take a deep breath against the constricting corset and rubber outer garment that she worn she managed to gasp “Mr Brown!” in surprised before trying to get on her feet only to collapse into his awaiting arms.
“Sorry!” she managed before being put down again onto the chair at least this time she was conscious.
She almost took another heavy gasp as Takehome-san grabbed on or her rubber clad breasts before Mr Brown told Takehome-san to stop.
“This is Takehome-san please excuse him. He’s here today to see the new products that we are introducing and you are wearing one of them.” Veronica nodded to a rather concerned Mr Brown and a rather eager Takehome-san. “We don’t want to lose the original contract that we already have so would you mind well being the model as you are already dressed as one?”
Veronica leant forwards. “Does he have to touch me like that though?” she said in a whisper to her employer.
“Just bear with it.” He assured her. “I mean you look fabulous. I doubt a mannequin would have brought out all those curves and compression. I am sure you have experienced first hand of the functions of what you’re wearing.” Mr Brown’s eyes glanced over to the console, which proudly told him that she had twisted the gem on the stick.
“You are wearing the first prototype that he paid for.” He nodded towards Takehome-san who was looking at the dials, lights, knobs and the computer screen. “It was planned for a mannequin test but you seemed to have fitted beautifully into it.”
“What other things does this do?” she was alarmed after what she had already been through. It had been terrible. She was compressed into a suit that was against her will and then found out that it raped her. Actually rape was a rather harsh word to use since an inanimate object cannot force its will onto you. She couldn’t remember how long only that she managed to survive about five enjoyable moments before she passed out.
“Just bear with it.” He assured her again.
“Takehome-san. Please we are ready for the demonstration.” Mr Brown yelled at him.
“You start?” Takehome-san asked while Mr Brown nodded. “I inspect first.” He added.
And with that the Japanese client immediately came up to Veronica even though he was half a head shorter than she was that didn’t stop him from groping the costume that she was wearing. Takehome-san felt her shiny rubberised arms, legs, breasts, buttocks as well as the skirt, bowtie, hair scrunchy, gem & stick.
“Build. Is okay.” Takehome-san said afterwards. Veronica meanwhile felt like some sort of rubber doll that had just been well tested for buying. “Now is entertainment okay too?” he said turning to Mr Brown.
“Yes the entertainment is okay. She was testing some of the functions out earlier.” Mr Brown said back to his client.
“Veronica will you please tell the client whenever you feel anything.” Mr Brown informed her. She only nodded in return.
Takehome-san moved into action. “First the stick.” Mr Brown passed the baton to him. Once in Takehome-san’s hands he pressed down on the gem embedded in the middle of one of the four crosses that held the gem in place. Slowly he turned the gem on top.
Veronica’s first thought was ‘Oh not that again!’ She had suffered enough with that toy but she didn’t feel anything happen at all around her crotch. Instead she felt what she was wearing suddenly tighten around her neck, her breasts, her chest and her waist. Her whole body was suddenly being compressed again even though she had just gotten use to the previous size she was subjected too. She felt the air in her being squeezed out.
“Takehome-san. I think that is enough if you tighten it the full four sizes available she will turn blue.” Mr Brown warned him.
“Many apologies but Japanese women much smaller. I keep it to two sizes tighter only.” Takehome-san replied much to Veronica’s relief as she felt the costume she was wearing loosen ever so slightly.
Veronica’s eyes watched as Takehome-san quickly spun the baton a quarter turn to the left so that another red gem was facing up. His finger pressed down on the stone and his other hand turned the large gem on top of the baton.
This time instead of experiencing bodily crushing pain something pleasant happened at her breasts. There must have been some sort of circular massager build into the breast cups that now gently massaged her. Almost unconsciously her rubber covered hands reached up hoping to add to the experience. To her great disappointment she found that no matter how hard she pressed form the outside she could not aid what was massaging them.
Takehome-san spoke. “You like? Now you hate!”. His voice turned from kindness to hate.
Almost as much as she wanted to aid what had previously happened she found herself desperately clawing at the smooth rubber that covered her breasts. The massagers were now moving so fast that it actually began to hurt more than being pleasurable.
Mr Brown stopped him again by saying “That’s enough!”
The breast massagers slowed to a halt. I walked forwards to Takehome-san. Only to fine my walking being interrupted as I began losing my balance. What the hell was happening? I was suddenly being forced to walk on tiptoes. I couldn’t with stand the pain as I had never used high heels before and toppled over onto my sides. I could see Takehome-san laughing.
“That function is used for small Japanese women to kiss taller European men if they need to.” He said sniggering. That was the last straw I really wanted to maul him if I could get myself over to him.
Instead I saw Mr Brown take several steps and rather roughly remove the baton from his hands.
“This demonstration is over.” Mr Brown said sternly to Takehome-san.
He then turned to me as I lay there on the floor. “As for you I will let you out on one condition and that is that you do not harm Takehome-san.”
Damn! He had guessed my thoughts. Rather tentatively I agreed.
With that Mr Brown pressed the last of the gems on the baton and I suddenly felt the Kaitou Saint Tail doll costume on me suddenly let go. It was as if a valve somewhere had broken and I felt the body of the costume go limp.
I peeled the costume off my arms. The worked it down my chest removing the black corset along the way. Finally I got rid of the entertainment that had been inside me for about three quarters of the day and peeled the costume off my legs. I tossed the costume away to the side but Mr Brown quickly picked it up and handed it back to me.
“It’s reusable.” He said hinting that I should keep it.
Hesitating I took it from him and walk towards the locker room where I could sign off for the day.
It was here that Takehome-san stopped me. I really wanted to knee him in the groin for making me suffer that much but I had promised Mr Brown not to hurt him.
“Please listen miss. I double wages if you display costume to clients in Japan.” He said it loud enough for Mr Brown to hear. “I give you two months salary. You come to Japan one week.” Takehome-san repeated his offer.
He then turned to Mr Brown. “You will not miss guard for one week?”
“No but that is up to Veronica to decide. I think you have earned a holiday after this.” He said to me. I thought I had been fired. “I’ll give you one week off to recover before you start work again.”
I couldn’t believe it I was being offered three months salary and I was going out to Japan if I just wore what I was holding for another week.
“It is all expense paid isn’t it?” I asked Takehome-san.
“Yes! Yes!” he replied.
Wow! A fully paid expense half-holiday, half work to a place I have never been too. I began trying to pull on the costume again when Takehome-san stopped me.
“No! No! New costume!” he said to me before turning to Mr Brown. “Number 18. Please.”
Mr Brown looked at me in wonder before asking “Are you sure?” I nodded to him. He followed up with “You know what to do then?”
I pelted across to the big white cross and waited for the machine to pick me up.
I was once again pushed into a rather small corset but this time it was hot pink. Followed by a pink garter belt on my right leg. My feet were guided into knee-high boots that were again pink. I was wondering to myself what on earth was I getting myself into apart from pink clothing.
My hair was shortened and dyed pink. A pair of cat ears was adorned on top. It was then my hands were guided into a pair of short pink gloves that ended at the wrists. I didn’t need to guess what colour the dress was as my body was guided into it. Uncomfortable as the entertainers were in the last costume I just knew that this one too would have them so I prepare my body to accept them as best as it could.
A final spray of clear plastic sealed the costume onto my body. Without whatever controller this used I would again be unable to get out of it.
I was lifted, out of the machine, that had dressed me for a second time by my neck and Takehome-san and Mr Brown were waiting for me.
Takehome-san was the first to speak “You are now Tokyo Mew Mew ‘Strawberry’, new name understand?”
Yeah, I understood his not so English, English.
“Were going to ship you out to Japan dressed as you are.” Mr Brown said.
I was then that I felt myself being lifted again into the air but this time into another machine to the side of the one I had just came out of. This one was rather tall and rectangular. The arm dropped me off inside it and I could see outwards to where the two men were standing.
Suddenly from the blackness behind me I felt loops of plastic wrap around my head one band passed over my forehead and another over my lips. I tried to tear them away from my head but more bands had found their targets and I felt my wrists being held back. My whole body was being moved back and I collided with something. Several more bands appeared and fixated just above my breasts, at my waists, around my thighs and a final loop around my ankles. I couldn’t move at all.
I heard a slight hiss and something squishy was being pumped in from the panel that I was tied too. I thought I was going to drown as I felt it rising slowly. But as sudden as the liquid appear I could feel it hardening and it past just ever so slightly past the half way mark before it totally solidified. I felt the machine move the panel that and saw some sort of plastic film being passed over me followed by warm air. Finally I was placed inside a box with a see through window.
Mr Brown cam up to me and tapped the plastic window. “Are you alright in there?” he asked.
I couldn’t move but I could at least blink which he took as I was all right. He then began explaining. “Takehome-san doesn’t want you damaging your own costume before you reach Japan so we’re shipping you out as a rather large life-sized doll. Don’t worry about a thing you won’t be cold. The freight company promised me a pressurized heated underbelly for your journey so you will be quite comfortable.”
I couldn’t say anything back to him with the band of black plastic around my mouth. I could see how I was tied up from the reflected image in the plastic window. Heck I couldn’t even move and what was that pink heart that Takehome-san was holding?
It didn’t take me long to find out. Takehome-san distracted Mr Brown and began walking out of the factory. Mr Brown followed while Takehome-san pointed that pink heart directly at me. I suddenly felt the corset tighten to its peak and my boots suddenly forced me on tiptoes. Then slowly the entertainment on me started. My breasts were being comfortably massaged and a low hum sounded from my crotch.