Chaperoning Trouble (Private for MingleMonster & devilsnevercry)

[MingleMonster]

Realizing her plan to crawl away was failing, Sylk let out another whimper as she heard the much more intimidating whirr of these industrial sized hands as they came down over her. Clothing suddenly in front of her, she couldn’t continue crawling against the belt and let out a series of ‘eeps’ and muffled grumping as the dress was roughly tugged onto her. The hands were apparently expecting her to have been stationary and still for this so it was a bit of a struggle, but eventually Sylk shoved her arms up through the holes and was released with her new dress on. “Huh? A dress?” She said as she tugged it away from herself a little bit to have a good look at it, honestly having expected a bag or something with how she was flushed in... Albeit a comfy bag.

Hearing another whirr behind herself, Sylk let out an early gasp as she saw the next large hand coming down for her, scooping her up under her bottom with a forceful shove, the diaper already in it’s hand now resting open beneath her. The blush added to her face made her grimace somehow adorable as she wiggled atop it, more hands plucking at the diaper and getting it together onto her. It felt almost like they were poking her abdomen with how rough they were being, clearly not seeing her as a baby or even a person... “Stop! I don’t need two, I don’t even need one!” She complained, a bit annoyed with herself that she even kept the first one on to become a thick interior liner of sorts.

Outright dropped back down onto the conveyor below, Sulk pulled her dress up a bit so she could take a look at the new thicker diaper. It had little tiaras and hearts around the landing zone but other than that it was mostly just a pristine white with pink leg guards. The bulk was unreal, forcing a thigh gap on the girl that made her blush, shifting back and forth as she felt the diaper beneath pressing against her more now that she had a second layer on that covered up her stamped bottom...

Occupied with her investigation over her new bewildering diaper, the girl didn’t even notice that there was a sort of claw up ahead, pinching the air a few times in waiting. With a look of absolute confusion and a girly ‘yeeeep!’ Sylk felt the back of her diaper get intruded upon and tugged upwards, taking her with it! “Hey, hey!” Was all she could fuss as she was lifted into the air by the uncaring claw, leaned over due to the grip the machine had on her diaper that was giving her a bit of a diaper wedgie. The girl kicked and struggled a bit as she was whirred away from the current belt towards a different one, her little bottom showing out of the diaper she was being carried by.

Sylk stared over at this belt with worry as she saw several actual baby dolls all in a line being moved down the belt, and the foremost station was curling their hair into a sort of perm. Realizing the correlation, the girl’s struggles resumed; a look of worry hid underneath the adorable artificial blush on Sylk’s face. She didn’t want to be placed with all of these similarly dressed dolls!

“No! No!” She whined, not wanting to be dropped onto the belt...

[Mahiro]

The hook oblivious to the girls cry’s dropped her onto the conveyor with little concern for her safety. The belt sped her towards the huge curling irons. And they instantly began working on twirling her hair into the adorable poodle style perm all the other dolls had.

The irons were hot and didn’t care about the girls comfort. If she moved the wrong way she would get burned. They didn’t wet or treat the hair before curling so it had a distinctive smell of singed hair. After the girls hair was done she was sped away with the other dolls toward the packaging department.

She saw the dolls getting boxed and sealed in all the different spots. There was a machine filling boxes with packing peanuts, machines vacuume sealing some dolls.

[MingleMonster]

“Uwahh—oof!~!” Went Sylk as the claw opened up suddenly, releasing it’s grip on her diaper and forcing her into a fall atop this new belt alongside her doll sisters... Reeling a bit from her fall, she got up on her hands and knees with a grumpy grimace that morphed into a cautious worried expression as she was sped into the zone of the curling irons.

“W-w-wait! Hmmmmmmm!” Was all she could manage to blurt out in response, sitting down on her now extra thickly padded bottom in an upright sitting position, hugging herself with both arms around her freshly dressed torso as the first of the curlers on the line got to her, a wholly unpleasant heat atop her head being fairly painful... She knew it’d be a lot worse if she moved too much and the curlers pressed against her head more or worse her adorably blushy face, so she tried to stay as still as possible under the curlers, at best wiggling with a crinkle atop her double sized dolly diaper and slapping her bare feet against the belt. “Ah! Eh, ah! S-stop! Waaaah!”

By the end of her curling cycle Sylk was teary eyed, having to smell her hair get the curling treatment as well as feel it, and it wasn’t like it was a gentle tug and pull of a stylist that was handling her little head. Safe from any more of the hot rods, her hands immediately shot up to her head to inspect her still heated hair, though with some tentative fluffing about she was able to feel out what had been done as it cooled enough to be touched. Even though there was no pre treatment and she squirmed under the roughness the precise mechanical handling had left her hair utterly perfect in it’s poodle curls... If that’s what she’d wanted. She didn’t know that though and worried about damages that weren’t present, unable to know just how much cuter and baby like she looked now... And as with the nature of a perm it’d stay that way until she grew it all back out...

Her hair color and length were a bit different than the dolls around her so in that way she looked unique alongside them, in addition to her living status and moving about of course. The teary girl was entirely preoccupied with her hair and paid little attention to what was down the belt from her, too busy staring up at what hair she could see without a mirror as she continued to run her hands through it - at least not until she turned her head a bit, her eyes widening while her pupils shrunk as she glanced...

[Mahiro]

The belt sped along while one of the only high tech scanners in this part of the building analysized the girl. It noted the girl had a slightly different size and height to the other dolls. Along with a different weight and hair color. The singular computer worked to process this information... till it clicked special edition!

The belt shifted moving the girl down a separate line filled with many other slightly varrying dolls as she was wheeled toward a huge pile of different accessories. A bunch of accessories were laying around. The first step was taking The girls still warm hair and tying several pieces of pink ribbon into her hair and finishing it with acute little bow on top of her head.

A set of arms pinned a pacifier too her dress. Several more arms were descending with mittens
and pink fluffy baby booties.

[MingleMonster]

Mouth agape, Sylk fried to snap out of her situation and get a grip. She pressed her hands into her rosy cheeks and closed her eyes tight, resting her feet flat on the belt which inadvertently exposed her extra thick diaper a bit as she tried to think of a plan...

A scanner up ahead was going over each doll that passed through it, which would include Sylk as she heard the sound of herself being scanned, opening her eyes and blinking in confusion. She felt a little violated and looked herself over but aside from the usual suspects of her issues like the dress and diaper she didn’t seem to be the worse for wear... Unaware that she was selected for special treatment.

A small division in the belt up ahead allowed for a quick pivot atop it to one side, the girl riding along this pivot towards the special edition line but took it as a potential benefit. She figured that it had scanned her and realized she wasn’t some doll! She’d at least be free enough to get away from here, and then she could get back to trying to find her Trav... Taking another glance up at her hair, the sooner the better she figured. At least this is how she thought until she turned to look down the belt and noticed other dolls that were all a little different than the stock and standard she was sorted away from... But none on the belt were like her. “No, wait...” She whined under her breath as she sat up on her knees, her legs forced part into an almost W sit on the belt. The realization hit her when she noticed hands plucking up some of the accessories from neatly marked bins along the sides of this belt, trying to turn to crawl away before they got to her...

But she hardly was able to flop over onto her side before hands were already upon her, being just as rough as the ones before. Tying ribbon into her hair, the girl could feel it finish off it’s work with a bow that rested adorably atop her head. “Ah! Be nice, that hurts!” She fussed as it messed with her new hairdo, though when they left her alone the ribbon itself wasn’t too tight. A hand grabbed a fistful of her dress and pulled it forward, making her lean back to try and figure out what it was doing before a pacifier was brought over on a soft cloth clip and pinned against her dress, getting clasped closed with a sturdy clasp right where the hand had grabbed. The teat of the pacifier was huge for some reason, but luckily they left it where it was, dangling from her shirt.

Enough was enough, Sylk wasn’t having this! When the booties and mittens came to her almost immediately after, she began to act like a well dressed brat and batted at them, trying to keep them from shoving anything else on her... “No! Nnnnnnoo! Stupid! Ugh, leave me alone!” She fussed, her raised voice sounding higher pitched than she usually sounded, making a terrible fuss of her situation quite loudly...

[Mahiro]

The mittens and booties weren’t able to reach the fussing girl’s hands or feet. But her fussing had no affect on the soulless conveyor that dragged her towards a large set of clamp like arms. They wrapped around the girl’s waist. It scooped her up and squeezed her waist tightly too tight. It gave the girl a harsh “hug”

As the clamplike arms swung the girl upward and deposited her onto a higher belt. Where several more delicate looking hands were doing a final set of finishing touches. They were applying a last coat of make up and given another spritz of perfume.

The conveyor ended in a large slide like chute that led down into another part of the building she could see piles of other dolls scattered about she was in a special section with the other unique dolls.

[MingleMonster]

With great surprise, Sylk was impressed that she was actually able to fend off the booties and mittens which were uselessly dropped beside her as the hands retracted. Sylk felt accomplished and raised both of her arms way up in the air, giggling like a toddler at her feat as she shouted her own praises. “Ha! Take that, big stupid hands!” She mocked, only to be suddenly gripped around her waist so tight that it nearly knocked the wind out of her... And made her tinkle, just a bit.

“Hey, too tight you biiiii-aaahhhhh!” She yelped as the hands swiftly moved her off of the belt she was riding on and nearly flipped her entirely around before they dropped her onto another belt. She managed to catch herself on her hands and knees but ended up flumping against the surface of the quick moving belt with a pouty thump. The crinkly girl would try to get up again only to be bombarded by more sprayers with perfume - Some spraying her thighs under her dress while another seemed ready to spritz at her face... “Hey! I-It’s not like I smell down there like some gross ba-Cough cough, pfft!” She went to fuss but then had perfume sprayed almost directly into her mouth, an awful taste for the poor little doll. The few touch ups of makeup only accentuated her already babyish features and made her look even more adorable if only by adding a bit more blush and making her look a bit more fair. She didn’t look goofy or even like a doll... She looked a lot like the baby she was trying to not be, and failing pretty miserably under all this pressure.

“Waaah!” Went the girl as she almost immediately followed her makeup date and coughing fit with a trip down a big slide-like chute... Popping out the other side with a medley of crinkles from not just her baby pants but also the other dolls immediately beside her, she started to feel like she wasn’t getting away...

“Uh..Ughm... L-Let me go! I’m not a doll, I keep saying!” She began shouting loudly, the only doll in the pile that was yelling, and one of the only dolls without a pacifier in her mouth... No, her thick bulbed pacifier still hung from her dress, bouncing around and she wiggled and fussed, trying to get up off of her puffy bottom so she could climb out the side of this thing, making a scene all the while...

[Mahiro]

As the girl was climbing out a set of arms picked her up and she was brought over to a belt with a line of dolls infront of her. As she moved along the inventor each doll had its main cereal number scanned by a little red light.

When the girl got to the front the machine flipped her dress up and scanned but no cereal number was found. A loud beap happened as an arm came and picked her up bringing her to the defective department. Where she would have to be weighed. Measured and checked to find the exact problem.

She was brought over to a large analog scale with different weights on the other side. As it put her onto the scale another beep went off “too heavy” it said as it found her exact weight. As it tried to find what the girl’s defects were “defective” it beeped dropping her onto the belt which sped her along further in the factory.

[MingleMonster]

Sylk has one foot out of the bin when she was picked up if by luck or fate, making her struggle against the arms though there was nothing she could do with their strength...

Popped down on her bottom in what appeared to be a single file line of dolls, Sylk tried to stand up only to fall backwards again into the lap of another one of the dolls. “Uhhm, s-Sorry...” She apologized to the doll after getting onto her knees and turning around, a part of her wondering why. Maybe it was the fumes from the perfume making her a bit loopy, maybe the outfit was getting to her but she felt so small and fragile... But the itch in the back of her head reminded her firmly that she was an adult and she couldn’t take all of this laying down... Ontop of that lingering steamy feeling in her bare kitten below.

From behind her on the proceeding belt, a mechanical hand flipped her skirt up an a red light went across her fluffy bum, along a bit of her back and all across her bow-topped head but there wasn’t any serial number - Or ANY identification - to be found. Hearing the buzzing sound, the girl braced for the worst and got a hand scooping her up to confirm her worries. “Ugh, what now?” She exhaled with a huff of frustration, groaning as she was carried off...

“Aghuff!” She said as she was dropped onto an analog scale, her weight coming up just under a measly sixty pounds... She hated being the runt of the family, but she didn’t want to gain weight for weight’s sake... So hearing that she was ‘too heavy’ wasn’t something she was having. “Heavy!? I-I’m very light actually, light as a feather!” She complained with an embarrassed blush under her false one, almost missing the machine call her ‘defective’ afterwards... “D-Defective?” She whined, her ‘featherweight’ body tumbling onto the belt below her as the scale practically dumped her off onto it.

Sylk say up and looked down the belt, worried about whatever it meant when it said that. Was it going to check for defects? Whatever it’s intent she didn’t want any part of it and turned around on her hands and knees, crawling against the belt with her diapered butt bobbing behind her, the girl crinkling all the while. She was able to outpace the belt too or at least break even, not wanting to be caught up in whatever would happen next...

[Mahiro]

The girl only managed to tire herself out by working against the belt. The belt pulled her forward inch by inch because of its untiring nature. When the tired baby girl flew down the line she found herself face to face with a measuring tape working to measure each and every limb dong with her over all height.

“Proportions are off” it beeped mocking her unintentionally. Before several small metal pokers descended from the ceiling poking the girl’s belly and under her arms. “Squishy consistency” once again mocking her unintentionally as it began beating and more arms descended and scooped the girl up.

Bringing her to another section for further evaluations. “Doll defective status?” It questioned “further testing required.