Becoming a Baby Doll

Chapter 5

The stuff was up to my chin, and since I was hanging from the highchair thing, there was nothing I could do about it. I didn't even notice that the girls had cut out three holes in the garbage can lid, and put that on over my arms and my head, and then duct taped over the the rest of the edges. I couldn't reach the bottom of the can, so it was no use trying to tip it over or do something crafty, I was literally stuck in the can of liquid perfume. "Our doll is going to smell so pretty now!" Gemma said.

Together, the girls managed to roll me into the closet, and shuffling the garbage can also. They then managed to get me and the thing into the doll box. "Let's leave it in there all day, so it can smell nice and princessy." They shut the door to the doll box, and left. All day I hung in that garbage can, and all night also it seemed. When the door finally opened, the girls peeped in. "Alright, time to take the doll out." They removed the lid, and pulled me out of the garbage can, soaking wet.

They then dried me all over with a towel. They wheeled me out of the doll box and into the room, where they put the hanging thing on its side again, me still completely naked. Jessica got on her knees, grabbed my butt, and pulled my butt cheeks away from each other, and stuck her nose right in front of it. "It smells really good!" She said, getting up.

They pushed the hanging contraption back on its bottom, and pulled a diaper up my legs, and then continued to put the same pink princess dress on me. "We forgot to feed it yesterday!" Kirsten said. Instantly the pipe was connected to the pacifier gag, and Jessica stood up on the bed again. She dropped some laxatives down the chute, and then slowly added a gallon of water down the tube as well, me being forced to drink all of it.

Soon after, I heard the sound of a truck outside, and the girls excitedly hopped out the window. A few minutes later, I soaked the diaper around my waist, and the girls came in through the window, and immediately changed the diaper.
"The delivery of baby supplies has come! Now we have plenty of diapers, water, laxatives, and more stuff for our doll!" Oh no, please no more of this. "I've been wondering..." Gemma said, pulling down the diaper. "What IS this thing?" She said, pointing to my male parts.

"Maybe we should get rid of it?" I struggled against the chains while screaming into my pacifier. "Whoa. The doll agrees with us."
Jessica said on her way out the window, "Yeah, let's get rid of it, the factory probably messed up making the doll." When she came back, the girls helped her take a machine thing through the window, with a clear pump like thing on the end. They worked quickly, plugging the machine in, and attaching the clear pump part over my private parts.
"Mmpppphhhh!" I screamed. One of the girls flicked a lever on the machine, and it rumbled to life, and instantly I felt a huge pressure on my male parts. The girls left out the window, and began to take things inside, but I didn't notice with all the pain.
Only a few minutes later, the girls took the thing off. I looked down, and my male parts weren't there. There was no blood or anything, all that was there was a crack in my skin. "There, the machine pushed the thing back inside the doll." Gemma said.

Wait, they REMOVED MY MALE PARTS? What the crap? I heard a knock on the window, and saw a lady outside the window, the girls let her in. "Thanks for giving us all this free stuff!" The oldest girl said, "Your very welcome, I came along to see if things were going ok." She smiled at me.
Instantly she pulled down the diaper. "I see you removed the doll's deformed part of its body." She smiled at me again, "Now, watch what this machine does." She walked over to one of the many machines that now littered the room, and brought it over by me, and grabbed the hoses with clear suction cup-like things on the end, and stuck them to both sides of my chest. She then turned the machine on, and liquid began to flow from the tubes and into my chest, inflating it dramatically.
"We are going to make them as big as possible." The machine kept pumping, two humongous mounds on my chests, or breasts I should say. The machine kept going, making the two mounds bigger and bigger for another few minutes until I had G cup breasts. "There, that should be enough." She smiled at me a third time. They then gave me a needle.

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