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Buddy was familiar with the Playmate Doll Factory. After all, many of his classmates' parents had jobs there. It was one of the biggest buildings in the town, so naturally, it made sense that he had to break in there to prove his dedication as one of the 'cool kids'. Buddy swallowed nervously. After all, how would he explain this if he got caught?

"It'll be worth it." He muttered to himself, slipping through the wide bars of the gate, for once grateful that he was so stunted. Although Buddy was a senior in high school, no one would ever guess. He stood barely five feet high and looked more like an eight year old than a high schooler. His mother theorized that that was why he was such an aggressive teenager; he had one heck of a Napoleon complex.

Buddy padded up to the factory, trying his hardest to not make a sound. It was the middle of the night, so there were only the night guards there.

"All I have to do" Buddy repeated to himself. "Is get inside and take a picture of myself by the control panel on the factory floor." He nodded in affirmation, trying to slow his pounding heart. This was terrifying, but exhilarating all the same! He was going to be part of a gang!

One of the guys who had set Buddy up to this had a mom who was a custodian, so he had borrowed her key. Buddy used it to slip in through a side door. He gasped as he realized he was immediately on the factory floor, conveyor belts going this way and that through large machines, whose purpose Buddy could only guess at.

He looked across the dark factory floor, signs on nearly every piece of machinery that warned of myriad dangers, searching for the control panel by which he would be taking his picture. He looked around nervously, partly convinced that a night guard would materialize out of nowhere and catch him.

"There it is!" He exclaimed, perhaps a bit too loudly. He covered his muzzle with a paw nervously and hurried over to the enormous control panel, covered in buttons and levers galore. He dug his camera out of his pocket and turned to snap a picture of himself by the controls. Losing his balance, he stumbled slightly, steadying himself on the control panel. With a loud squeal, the machinery came to life. Buddy swore and dashed away from the controls, far too quickly to be aware of just which direction he was headed in. He tripped again and landed on a low conveyor belt, which rapidly carried him up into the tangled nest of belts and machines, well-oiled arms moving all around him.

Panicking, Buddy tried to get up, but he was now nearly twenty feet off the ground and he did not want to take the risk of breaking a bone, his tiny frame being rather delicate. He looked ahead of him and saw a large enclosure looming ahead. He wondered just what would happen to him as he disappeared inside.

A red beam scanned him and the conveyor belt stopped. Four arms descended from the ceiling of the enclosure and picked him up as two large buffing pads emerged from the sides and began tickling him.

"Doll cleaning commencing." Thee machine said, but Buddy was too busy giggling to react as the arms undressed him as though his clothes were just the plastic wrap around a blank doll, the buffing pads gently rubbing him all over. As soon as the arms put him back on the conveyor belt, it sank in to the little bear that he was now completely naked. The conveyor belt resumed its rapid motion, taking him back out into the factory and toward another enclosure. After the last one, Buddy would have done anything to avoid the enclosure, but he was even higher off the ground now and there seemed to be no way to stop the conveyor belt.

The belt whisked Buddy into the second enclosure, coming to a sudden, but smooth stop. The bear stared up at the mirrored ceiling, wondering what this machine would do. He got his answer soon enough and regretted wondering about what it would do.

"Commencing make-up." The machine announced matter-of-factly. Arms zoomed in from Buddy's left and right and went to work on his face, giving his lips a glossy pink sheen, his cheeks a rosy red glow, and his eyelids pink eye shadow. A small set of arms curled his eyelashes as Buddy watched the machine's larger arms gently manipulate his face into a smile with pursed lips before retracting. Buddy tried to move his mouth, but it did not move an inch. To his horror, his face was stuck like that thanks to the special make-up! He touched his face, trying to wipe the make-up off, but it all seemed permanent stained onto his face. He whimpered, the sound strangely feminine as it went through his pursed lips. He realized that his face was now a perfect duplicate for Playtime Dolls' most popular item: The Poppy Puffypanties Doll. He knew now more than ever that he had to find a way off of this conveyor belt before it was too late.

As if it could sense his urgency, the conveyor belt restarted, propelling him through the factory again. What would the next enclosure bring? Buddy hoped that he would not be around to find out. Why had none of the guards come to investigate all this noise, he wondered. Someone had to come save him, right? He could not even call for help now with his mouth forced into this girly shape. Buddy felt his stomach plummet as he neared the next enclosure, but he resolved to fight the machine with everything he got. He was a living bear, not some hunk of plastic!

Buddy swung his arms and legs at whatever limbs the machine tried to touch him with, but that only ended up hurting as he collided with the rigid metal appendages. His swearing sounded ridiculous through his permanently pursed lips, the machine's arms not even slightly slowing as they took his legs by the ankles and slipped pink booties onto his footpaws, white lace around the ankles adding just a bit more femininity to them. Buddy tried to kick them off, and when that did not work, the blushing bear tried to reach down to pull them off, but the machine grabbed his wrists and shoved mittens onto his paws.

"No..." Buddy whined through his lips as he studied the thick pink mittens with their white lace accents. Why was this happening? He was a tough bear, not some simpering sissy! If it were not for his frozen face, he would have chewed through the mittens. He growled as savagely as he could, which was not very savage at all since Buddy had never been particularly good at the bear stuff that his older siblings, and even a few of his younger, excelled at. The conveyor belt began to move forward again, unheeded by Buddy's growls.

The conveyor belt dipped lower and Buddy wondered if he finally would have his chance. He gasped as it passed within a few feet of the floor, apparently some sort of quality control station. He resolved to roll off the belt and come up with explanations for why he looked the way he did later. With a mighty twist, he turned himself over, rolling off of the conveyor belt and onto the cold metal floor with a whoomph! He looked around. Had it actually worked? Was he free? He tried to stand, only to fall back down. The booties provided him with no friction, making it impossible to stand up. He swore, but again, his frozen mouth reduced it to nothing intelligible. What was he going to do now? He could not wait around for a guard or custodian to come alone and find him since he was naked and covered in make-up. What was he going to do now?

The conveyor belt stopped, but Buddy could still hear the sound of the mechanical arms moving, the sound seemingly getting closer. Buddy only had time to turn before a pair of arms scooped him up by the wrists and set him down on the conveyor belt again. Buddy swore up a colorful storm as the conveyor belt promptly began to move again. Buddy rolled his eyes. The next time the conveyor belt dipped, he would be ready to flee; regardless of if he had to run or crawl. He repeated this to himself over and over again, affirming it in his mind as the conveyor belt sped along.

As he neared the next enclosure, he noticed something out of the ordinary, which was rather odd, given how peculiar this entire experience had been. Over the next enclosure was a large sign, which read 'glossing station'. Buddy had no idea what that meant and he certainly did not look forward to finding out. He gulped as the conveyor belt carried him through a series of plastic flaps, as though to protect the outside factory from whatever was inside.

The now familiar arms came down to hold him in place, despite Buddy's resistance. The pair that held his ankles lifted them, raising his entire lower half so that his butt was exposed. Buddy worried that the machine was about to diaper him as he was fairly certain it was trying to make him into a baby doll, but it had somewhat more nefarious plans for his rear end. A single mechanical arm came down and painted something on his left butt cheek. If Buddy twisted just right, he could see what it was and he did not like it one bit. On his butt there was now the logo for Playtime Dolls, a sweetly smiling pink heart. He whimpered pitifully, wondering just how he would get that off. It seemed to seep down to his skin.

A strange whirring drew the bear's attention. He looked around and saw a few arms approaching him, each arm ending in a sprayer. He struggled against the restraining arms that held him, but it was to no avail as the sprayers positioned themselves at each end of his body. They seemed to hesitate there, in no hurry to get going. Buddy stared at them, trembling slightly as he wondered just what horrible concoction they were about to unleash on him. He held his breath nervously, but the machine did not do anything. He began to wonder if the machine had shut down or been stopped by someone. He could not call for help though with his mouth stuck as it was, so they would have to try and find him. He whimpered at the thought of that. It was a terrifying thought, but so was going through the full transformation that the machines were putting him through.

Why had he decided to break in? Sure, there was no way he could have known that this would happen, but he was so filled with regret, he did not care that it was illogical to wonder why he did not see this coming.

With a second whirr, the sprayers came on and began to slowly move down his body, getting every inch of him and coating him in a tingling liquid of some sort. It stuck to his fur and seemed to thicken, making it incredibly difficult to move as it moved further down his body just as the other clung to his legs, heading toward his midriff. The two spray streams met at his midriff and abruptly shut off, but they were not done yet. The restraining arms summarily flipped Buddy over onto his belly as the sprayers returned to their starting positions before resuming their streams of liquid plastic or whatever it was that they were putting all over him. By the time that the sprayers had finished, Buddy could just barely move a muscle. He stared up at the ceiling, feeling more and more like a doll, which worried him.

Buddy busied himself with trying to break the plastic coating that held him still as the conveyor belt began to operate again, taking him out of the closed off space and back into the factory proper. Buddy could only look up at the ceiling, unable to move his head even slightly to the side. As if it was taunting him, the conveyor belt dipped so low that he could have easily rolled off onto the floor, if only he could have moved. He growled in frustration, wishing more than anything that he could just lash out and smash something, anything. He growled again, trying with all his might to break free of the plastic shell, but he only succeeded in exhausting himself, which played right into the factory's hands.

The conveyor belt marched ever onward into the next enclosure. Buddy wondered just what new surprises were in store for him. As usual, the conveyor belt stopped and the arms advanced on him. Buddy watched as they lifted his legs so that his entire lower half was raised into the air. This was eerily similar to when he had been branded and he feared what might be coming next. He blushed as he saw just what it was, the arms efficiently unfolding a thick cloth rectangle that could only be a diaper. He tried his hardest to fight his plastic prison, puzzled as to how the machine was able to move him when he could not even move himself. The arms, unaware of his struggles, lowered him down onto the two inch thick padding. He felt his cheeks burn from embarrassment. The last time he had found himself in diapers was all too recently, thanks to his little cousins who thought it was hilarious to dress the undersized bear up as a baby doll, something their older siblings were only too happy to oblige them in helping hold little Buddy down. This was worse, however, because there was absolutely no one to intervene on his behalf.

The arms skillfully pinned the diaper around his waist. Buddy watched in horrified interest as a pair of plastic panties, pink with plenty of white frills and lace, descended from the ceiling, clearly making for the destination of his crotch. They slid up his legs and snugly covered his thick diaper, making his midriff all the puffier. Buddy could hardly believe his embarrassment. How would he ever get over this? To make matters worse, the machine was not even close to done yet.

The machine released his ankles precisely as he was sat up by several other arms, which took his wrists and lifted them into the air. They let go and his arms stayed there, restricted by the plastic shell. Down from above came a dress that matched the plastic panties, mittens and booties all too well. Its frothy petticoats held out a short pink skirt that connected to a lacy bodice festooned with prissy little bows. The peter pan collar and bubble sleeves only added to the overly sissy design. It slid down over his body and although it was a little snug, it fit all too well for Buddy's comfort. The mechanical arms lifted Buddy up, setting him on his bootied footpaws, which surprised him since he had not been able to stand of his own accord earlier thanks to them. He felt ridiculous as the conveyor belt resumed moving, the arms staying near him to ensure that he did not fall.

This enclosure was longer than the others and though he moved forward for nearly a whole minute, he remained within it. The conveyor stopped and Buddy studied himself in the reflective surface before him. He could not believe that the teenage bear that often wore sagging jeans and t-shirts with rock bands on them now stood there in mittens, booties, and a frilly pink dress with diapers ballooning out underneath, covered by the prissiest plastic panties he had ever seen, his face dolled up, for lack of a better phrase, and shaped into the perfect smile for a baby girl. The only thing that was missing was a head full of curly blonde locks, but the machine was more than willing to take care of that, lowering a wig down onto Buddy's head. He felt something strange on the inside and realized with horror that it could only be glue, designed to permanently fuse with plastic like that which covered him from head to toe.

Buddy stared at his reflection in horror, amazed by just how much worse the wig made his new feminine image. The machine was not done yet. A frilly pink bonnet was next on its itinerary, which it set snugly on Buddy's wigged head, tying the ribbons in a big bow under his chin, completing his head's ensemble. He grumbled audibly, but there was nothing that could be done as the machine returned him to his back, the conveyor belt moving him out of the enclosure at last. What more could the machine do to him? The end of the assembly line had to be coming up, right? Buddy feared what might follow assembly though.

To his surprise, the conveyor belt stopped not too far off the ground. Buddy could escape at last! He willed himself to roll off, but he could not move. He tried again and again, finally managing to get a slight rocking motion from side to side. He kept at it, slowly increasing it more and more. He was going to make it! With a loud bang, a door far across the factory floor opened and a security guard ended, a domineering German shepherd. He shone his flashlight around the room and walked farther in, making his rounds around the room. Buddy would have frozen in place if he had not already been frozen by the machine's treatments. The flashlight fell on him for a brief instant before the guard moved on.

"Wait a second." Buddy heard him say, the beam of his flashlight returned to the dolled-up little bear. The security guard walked over, muttering under his breath about how the factory workers should not just leave dolls sitting around unfinished. He looked Buddy over thoughtfully and Buddy tried to speak to him, but he paid the sissified bear no mind. "All that's missing is the box." The guard said thoughtfully. He walked a short distance to where a large stack of boxes sat, just waiting for someone to fill them with their cargo. He grabbed the top one and smiled to himself. "Already set up for shipment and everything. Why can't they just box them up?"

He walked back over to Buddy and set a large piece of cardboard, as big as Buddy, next to him. Buddy could smell the guard's cologne or deodorant or something as he picked Buddy up to set him on the cardboard, but he suddenly stopped.

"Wait a second." He whispered to himself. "They just left this one out, so what's to stop me from taking her?" He considered this. "Jessica would love this. She loves her little dollies and she's been begging for a Poppy Puffypanties for weeks." He turned Buddy over in his paws, inspecting the little bear. "Such cute diapers and plastic panties under her pretty dress, a frilly pink bonnet that can barely contain a head full of blonde curls." The guard chuckled to himself. "You're just every little girl's dream doll, aren't you?" He continued to admire Buddy, turning him every which way in his paws. "Every detail is so exact." He exclaimed with no small amount of respect. "My daughter would love you." He practically gushed. Buddy's heart raced with panic. What if the guard did steal him and he ended up with some little girl? "Oh," The guard said softly. "But that wouldn't be fair. Your box is already addressed."

He set him down on the cardboard, which Buddy then noticed had plastic ties sticking up out of it where his wrists, ankles, and waist would be. Surrounding Buddy's position was all of the props that the doll came with: four or five extra diapers, a few dresses, a stroller and a baby bottle to feed the dollie. Buddy's eyes rolled around in his head, trying to get the guard's attention as he tightened the plastic ties around Buddy's body. The guard was lost in his own world as he worked. He looked over at the box and smiled.

"Emily at 416 Silver Maple Road is going to love you." He said softly. Had he been able to move, the pacifier would have tumbled from Buddy's mouth in shock. 416 Silver Maple Road was his house. Emily was his little sister's name. He remembered with growing horror that his parents had secretly told him that they had ordered Emily a Poppy Puffypanties doll with all the accessories, which were already attached to the large cardboard piece that the guard restrained Buddy to. The doll was scheduled to arrive at her birthday party that afternoon.

The security guard gently slid Buddy into the waiting larger box, the entire front of which was made of plastic so that Buddy could see out. Along the plastic cover, framing his face, were pink bubble letters that cheerfully proclaimed 'Poppy Puffypanties'. Buddy had been planning to skip Emily's birthday party, hating all the little girls running around and giggling in their prissy dresses. But now, he was to be the guest of honor, dressed in the prissiest dress of anyone there. Would anyone recognize him? What would his parents say when the truth came out? He shuddered to think of it. He whimpered softly as the guard sealed the box shut, sealing Buddy's fate as well. He had a party to get to.