Kelly's New Dolly

Zeke couldn’t believe his luck. It was bad enough that he had to look after his little sister, Kelly, on his only day off, let alone having to chaperone an 8-year-old’s birthday party at the single girliest place he’d ever laid his eyes upon.

Zeke’s mother was supposed to accompany the girls to the Pretty Pretty Princess Doll Factory for Kelly’s party, but of course, she chose today of all days to get sick. This left Zeke as the only person who could look after the party.

At first, Zeke refused, but after an obscene amount of begging (and a sizable bribe), Zeke agreed. However, as soon as he entered the factory, he realized didn’t ask for nearly enough.

The Pretty Pretty Princess Doll Factory was a paradise of girliness. Everything from the walls to the displays were all painted different shades of pink. There was a costume shop, a makeup store, and even a massive playground. Kelly and the other girls couldn’t have been happier, but Zeke couldn’t have been dreading this anymore.

The day started with pizza, cake, and presents. As the girls all screamed and giggled with each other, Zeke sat alone at the edge of the table, gorging himself on a large cheese pizza all to himself.

After lunch, it was time for the tour to start. An employee dressed in a bright purple princess costume came to greet them. “Hello! My name is Princess Lilac, and I’ll be giving a very special birthday girl a personal tour of my kingdom.” The girls all cheered and followed the employee through a pair of double doors.

It took Zeke exactly 5 seconds to be bored out of his mind. He lagged behind the group of hyperactive grade schoolers, his eyes locked on his phone, only looking up to make sure one of the girls didn’t jump off a catwalk or something.

By the 45-minute mark, Zeke was starting to regret wearing such uncomfortable walking shoes. His feet were absolutely killing him. While the girls were all standing around Princess Lilac as she talked about another dull machine, Zeke decided to take a seat on a bench to rest for a second.

While Zeke sat, his phone was lit up with messages. His girlfriend, Kat, was still pissed at him for kissing another girl at a house party last week, and he was doing some serious damage control. The pair furiously texted back and forth, spending little energy to even acknowledge what the other was writing. He didn’t even know how much time had passed before he looked up and noticed the party had moved on without him.

Zeke wandered around for a few minutes, trying to catch up with them, but he was so incredibly lost. Everything looked the same: pink, pink, and more pink. With his frustration mounting, Zeke decided to enter the next door he came across.

The door led him to another set of catwalks that hovered over a number of various conveyor belts that weren’t in use. Each belt had several nude, life-sized dolls lined up neatly and wrapped in plastic. Zeke started to lightly jog towards the other side when his phone buzzed again. He reached into his pocket to answer, only to lose his grip on the phone and watch it tumble down onto one of the conveyor belts.

Looking over the edge, Zeke figured it was only about one story down to the conveyor belt. With no regard for caution, he stepped over the railing and lowered himself until he could safely drop. As he landed on the rubbery surface of the conveyor belt, he found that it was much more springy than he assumed it would be. The shockwave he caused resulted in all of the nude dolls bouncing off the belt and onto the ground. His phone was also launched, flying through the air and landing right at the mouth of a big machine. He tried to walk but discovered the belt was much too unstable for that, leaving him to claw along the belt until he could finally reach his phone.

Little did Zeke know that the tour group had arrived at the main attraction. The factory allowed visitors to create and design their own life-size version of their favorite doll from the Pretty Pretty Princess collection.

“As the birthday girl, you get to go first!” said Princess Lilac in her sugary sweet voice. “Do you know what doll you want?”

Kelly nodded enthusiastically, “I want a big Betsy Wetsy doll.”

With no more deliberation, Princess Lilac escorted Kelly to a control panel. Kelly diligently picked out a short, pink princess dress with puffy sleeves and a tiara. She also added two giant, fluffy diapers, some lacy stockings, and a pair of pink high heels. Then she moved on to make-up, leaving no space unpainted.

With everything selected, Kelly hit the “Make My Dolly” button with innocent enthusiasm.

For Zeke, she couldn’t have pressed start at a worse time. Just as he got his hands on his phone, the conveyor belt started moving forward. The force caused him to fall backward. He tried to get up, but the unstable floor beneath him made that an impossibility. With no escape, Zeke was pulled into the machine.

Princess Lilac let the girls over to a big room with a viewing window, “Here you’ll get to watch while your dolly is dressed and-” The sudden sound of Lilac’s phone ringing cut her off in the middle of her speech. She reached into her bra and pulled it out. “You girls stay right here and watch. I’ll be off to the side if you need anything.”

Princess Lilac walked to a corner of the room, leaving Kelly and the other girls to watch as Zeke was pulled into view by four mechanical arms, his screams muffled from inside the insulated room. The girls rushed to the glass and started laughing at the boy’s misfortune, the loudest of which was Kelly, who was silently annoyed that her brother was being such a stick in the mud. She squinted her eyes and smiled, ready to enjoy the show.

The machine wasted no time removing Zeke’s clothing, which it mistook for the doll’s wrapping. In a matter of seconds, he was completely nude.

The arms then laid Zeke down on a padded mat as he was forced to watch two of the largest diapers he’d ever seen be carried toward him by more mechanical arms. They were not real diapers but were instead filled with cotton stuffing that was designed to make the padding even bulkier than the real thing.

Zeke pulled and wiggled as much as he could, but it was no use. The machine lifted his butt off the mat and pulled the first diaper onto his waist, simultaneously spraying his crotch with a perfume that strongly smelled of baby powder. It wasn’t over, though, as the second diaper was soon added, separating his legs over a foot wide.

The arms continued by adding two long, silky stockings to his legs, which hugged him in a way he had never felt before. He felt the front of his soft, pillowy diapers begin to tent in defiance of his own displeasure with the current situation.

A pair of heels were then placed on Zeke's feet. The heels were far too small, but the machine did its damnedest to make sure they fit. After an agonizing few seconds, his feet were wedged inside the shoes.

More robotic arms descended and lifted Zeke up, allowing a corset to be wrapped around his torso. The arms pulled the strings tightly as Zeke felt all air leave his lungs. And his lungs weren’t the only thing to feel pressure. The corset also was doing a number on his stomach, which was working its way through digesting an unhealthy amount of cheap pizza. He knew an eruption was pending. If he didn’t escape soon, these bright white diapers might not be so white anymore.

The machine paid no mind to Zeke’s plight, lifting his arms high in the air and sliding down the pink princess dress that Kelly had selected. The dress was made of silk, with lace and ruffles scattered all around. At his waist, the dress was bellowed out by a built-in petticoat that pushed the skirt wide and high, ensuring his diapers would be visible from every angle.

A metal mask was placed on his face. He shouted as the metal warmed up and printed make-up onto him, according to Kelly’s specifications. While that happened, a big blonde wig with strands of hair that extended down to Zeke’s lower back was positioned and glued onto his head.

Zeke gasped for air the second the mask parted ways with his face. If he had a mirror, he would’ve seen the sum total of lipstick, blush, concealer, eyeliner, eye shadow, mascara, and every other product under the sun that had been precisely slathered onto his face.

As soon as the finishing touch of a small, golden tiara was placed on his head, Zeke was yanked toward a large cardboard box. The arms placed him inside and secured his hands and feet with large twist ties.

The killer was a fifth twist tie that was placed around his waist and pulled tight to make sure the new dolly would be jostled in the box. With the corset and the twist tie combined, Zeke’s bowels could no longer handle the pressure. A large pizza’s worth of poop was squeezed out of him like a tube of runny toothpaste.

With the dolly in place, the box was sealed shut and lowered onto a conveyor belt that exited the machine. Zeke thrashed around inside the box, using every ounce of strength he had to break free of his restraints, but all he managed to do was smear the mess in his pants even more.

The box was lifted one last time as pretty pink wrapping paper was applied for the birthday girl. Zeke could no longer see anything beyond a dull glow of light that strained through the thin pink covering.

Finally, Zeke felt himself come to a stop. The box was clumsily lifted up and dropped to the ground, slamming Zeke against the mush in his nappies. He grimaced.

Tiny hands began to tear the paper away, allowing Zeke to look up at his sister and her many friends grinning deviously down at him. He blushed with the heat of a thousand suns.

Kelly leaned in close to Zeke’s face, admiring her own handiwork. “I think I have a new favorite dolly.”