Kyle wiped some sweat from his forehead as he wrenched away at this machine for what felt like the thousandth time. It had only been installed a month ago and had been repaired over two dozen times. "Jeez....you'd think they'd just install a new one....but no, that's too easy. Just fix it, Kyle. That's what you're here for...." He said aloud, venting to himself. He had a habit of doing that when he was anxious.
Sure, he was 22, but he had to admit....this factory creeped him out. The thousands of dolls going through the conveyor belts, all smiling that creepy smile. It gave him shivers whenever he had to repair the conveyor. Luckily his shift was just about over and he got to go home, relax, have a beer, and hit the hay.
"Hey, Kyle!" A gruff voice called.
Kyle sighed, recognizing that voice.He turned and saw the familiar form of his boss, Victor. "Yeah, Chief?"
Victor pointed to the door marked, 'Assembly.' "Scanner's on the frits. Need you to fix it before you clock out."
"But.....my shift is over in five minutes..." Kyle said with a tinge of sadness.
Victor grinned, "Then you better get to work. I'll see you tomorrow night, Kyle." He turned and punched out for the night.
Kyle sighed deeply, "Can't believe I got stuck again.... God, I hate him." Kyle turned and headed into the assembly room, spotting an open panel on the arm of the scanner. He took a long look, "Hm...busted recognition-chip...."
What he failed to noticed was that while he was attempting to fix the machine, it was scanning him from the back. "Error! Mannequin does not match standard template!"
Kyle jumped a bit at the voice, "What the hell?! No one bothered to turn you off?" The conveyor belt jumped to life underneath his feet, two restraints attaching to his ankles. "Gah! Dumb machine, I'm not a mannequin!" The machine ignored his protest and the conveyor belt began to move backward. Several mechanical arms reached out and grabbed his clothes, pulling them off. "H-H-Hey...! Those are m-mine!" The machines ignored his cries, leaving him completely naked.
The machine continued to move backward, stopping to douse him in chemicals. He sputtered and began to tingle all over, the dirt and grease from the days work beginning to burn away. He thought perhaps this wasn't too bad....until his hair began to fall out. "M-My hair....!" All of his body and head hair was soon covering the ground, leaving him completely bald. "When I get out of here...."
The machine moved backwards once more, moving him into a pitch-black room. "Compression sequence: Activated. Compression in 10....9....8....7....6..." The computer rang.
"Compression....? Now wait a minute!" He pleaded.
"Hold on! I'm not a doll! Stop!" He pleaded. He tried to pull on his ankle restraints, but they remained firmly in place.
"1." Suddenly, pistons on all sides of him began to press down hard on his body. He winced in pain, the machine not hurting him too badly but enough that he would definitely be sore later. The pistons stayed that way for awhile, finally pulling away with a 'ding!' "Compression: Complete."
Kyle looked down at himself and gasped, "W-What the....h-how the...." He asked no one in particular. His whole body had been coated in a thick plastic layer. Large plastic breasts poked out and his manhood was nowhere to be found, his crotch appearing smoothed over like a doll's. His ass poked out more as well, making him blush. His mid-section had been pushed inward, making his hips appear much larger than they had. He tried to move, but the plastic made it impossible.
"God...I really hope this is all just plastic...." He said as he stared at his chest in horror. The conveyor belt moved forward, back into the scanning chamber. The scanner moved over him again, "Scan complete. Match with template."
"Great, now let me out of here!" He said angrily.
The machine ignored him and moved the conveyor belt forward, a sign above the door reading 'Attire.'
The conveyor moved into the room marked 'Attire,' moving through aisles of different outfits for mannequins. "Please....just let me go...." He asked, tears threatening to break through. The conveyor stopped in front of a large vat, "What the....." He turned a ghostly white when he noticed the label on the side of the vat, 'Glue.' "Oh, no....no no no!" His cries were silenced as he was lowered into the vat, he held his breath before the goop covered him.
He was held under for what felt like forever when finally he was lifted from the vat, dripping in the sticky-stuff. He gasped for air, getting a little of it in his mouth in the process. "Blegh!" He spat it out as he was lifted over a tub. "Uh...." Several scrubs appeared around him, scrubbing him down until the glue was no longer dripping. "Oof! Jeez, you're a little rough!" The machines, of course, ignored him once again and continued forward.
Another scanner quickly scanned him, several pictures appearing on a screen. Each of the photos showed a mannequin and a specific outfit. One was swim-wear, one was pyjamas, etc. The computer scrolled through the options, x-ing potential possibilities out as it went. "Match found."
"Match..?" Kyle was almost afraid to ask after everything he'd been through, but still he looked. His eyes widened in fear as he saw the choice, "No......no way! No way in hell!" The choice highlighted on the screen read very clearly, 'Toddler.'
Kyle couldn't believe this.....this psycho machine was doing this to him! Shaving him down, dunking him in goo, and now this? This had to be a dream....yeah, that's it. Just a dream...
Kyle's thoughts were interrupted when he was picked up once more by the crane and taken to what appeared to be a changing table, a large fluffy pink diaper waiting there. "Oh, God....I'm never gonna be able to live this down." He said in embarrassment as the crane dropped him onto the diaper, mechanical arms pulling them up through his plastic legs and taping them down.
Unfortunately for Kyle, the glue meant that the diaper would be present for a very long time. He was lifted again, machines forcing his arms up. "Hey!" A frilly pink dress was pulled over his head, complete with ruffles on the skirt and bows on the front and back. "Really? A dress?" His legs were pushed up and white and pink striped socks were pulled up to his knees. Pink mary-janes were next, fitting over his feet. "Oh, man...kill me now." Little white mittens were pulled over his hand and fastened tightly. "I already can't move, that's unnecessary!" Kyle cried indignantly.
The machines pushed his legs and arms back down before lowering a red wig over his bald head. The wig had two ponytails with a little pink bow on both. "Do I LOOK like a red-head?!" He yelled. The final piece of attire was lowered in front of his mouth. A little pink pacifier. "You've got to be ki-UMF!" Before he could finish his sentence the paci was shoved into his mouth and fastened behind his head, locking it in place.
He grunted and 'umph-d' and tried to scream, but not much of it made it past the pacifier. "Wiw you pway wiff me?" Kyle's eyes rocketed around, searching for the source of the voice. He was alone.... "I wuv you!" Kyle's eyes widened in horror as he realized....the source of that voice...was the pacifier. He screamed with all of his energy, but it was all drowned out as the baby-girl voice began to sing.
Kyle wondered how much worse things could get from here.....it was then he saw his next destination. 'Packaging.' Another round of screaming was drowned out.