AMBER GETS DOLLED

BY CREPUNDIA FORMATOR

Little ten-year-old Amber Stevens was confused and frightened. She had been brought to this unfamiliar place with its strange people dressed all in white like doctors and nurses. She wanted her mommy and daddy.

Since her arrival the previous morning poor Amber had been thru quite a bit. First, there was the medical exam to determine if she was a good candidate. These “doctors” and “nurses” did mean and painful things to her. They poked her with needles. Strapped her to a cold table to take x-rays. They even put cold metal things up her hinny hole and cunny. Once all the tests were completed it was determined that she certainly was a prime candidate.

Then there was the painful bath that removed her hair, permanently. Two people dressed in tight fitting clothing that covered them from head to toe with similar material covering their heads with dark lens over their eyes. For Amber it looked like they were wearing rubber. They escorted her to a tiled room that resembled a large bathroom shower. Chaining her arms above her head the rubber-clad pair bathed her, rinsed her and scrubbed her some more. And when the proceedings were completed Amber was completely and utterly hairless.

After all the poking, prodding and bathing they strapped her to a table, wheeling her off to the next step. It was a large room dominated by an equally large scanning machine. The nurses removed her bindings, carried her to the center of the machine and ordered her to remain absolutely still. She tried to do as she was told. But she was nude, the room was cold and she still wanted her parents. Why weren’t her parents here to stop this and take her home?

She remained at the center of the machine while red laser light moved about her small body, while the machine made scary noises. It took some time for the computer to gather the necessary information. But once completed Amber was again bond to the table and wheeled from the room. As her escorts took her from the room Amber heard the doctors talking about her permanent mold would be ready in the morning. What did they mean by that she wondered?

The next stage in Amber’s unfortunate adventure was both difficult and painful. Securing her not to the wheeled table but to another exam table where the doctor proceeded in plumbing her. The first item was a urinary catheter but not your ordinary catheter. First, it was different because of its shortness. Most catheters are long making them hang between a person’s legs, the end of this one would set nearly flush with Amber little pee hole. The second was the valve at the end of the catheter. This would allow for controlled urination by way of a special fitting that would work in unison with the valve. This valve would also prevent it from retracting up into Amber’s urethra. And the balloon inside her bladder would prevent it from slipping out. The doctor expertly forced the tubing inside Amber, filling the balloon inside with a solidifying compound. Once dried surgery would be needed for its removal.

The second item that would invade Amber’s nether regions was a large anal plug, also modified. It work the same as the urinary catheter in that it had built into it valves and inflation balloons. The balloon was also to be filled with compound making its removal difficult at best. Where the catheter had only one valve the plug had two. One would be used to administer harsh enemas and the second would be for waste removal. Amber began to cry once more as the large plug was worked into place. Why weren’t her mommy and daddy here to stop this from happening?

The third and forth items to be forced upon Amber was her new stomach tube and breathing tube. Both long thin rubbery tubes would start at her nasal cavity, right to breath and left to eat, and end in their appropriate location. When this process began Amber truly panicked, requiring the doctor to administer a mild relaxant. As the doctor finished up tubing young Amber she began to think that her parent’s would never come and rescue her from this nightmare.

With Amber’s plumbing complete she was allowed to get some sleep. Still strapped to the gynecological table breathing thru a small nasal tube the lights were turned out and the doctor left the room. Amber slept very little that night.

Some hours later Amber was awaken by two nurses who entered the room. They quickly unbound her from one table only to bind her to the wheeled one, again for another trip thru the halls of this strange place. As fast as it had started they were at their destination.

This room was much more mechanical looking then all the others Amber had been in thus far. The center was dominated by what can only be described as a large machine press. Wheeling her right up to its side the nurses began to once again unbound her. It was at this point, as she lifted from the table, that she caught a glimpse of the inside of the press, the inside of her mold. Both above and below looked remarkably like her own body, looking from the inside out that is.

As they laid her into the bottom portion of the press it was apparent that it was going to be a tight fit. Growing ever more frighten that she may never live to see another day, Amber began to struggle. But the doctors and nurses were prepared for this an expertly forced her into the bottom section. It was such a perfect fit it seemed to suck her body into it.

At this point the staff went about checking that everything was in place. Bald head fully back, feet in place, plumbing attachments properly aligned to the inside mold surface, etc. Once it was determined everything was ready somebody gave a thumbs-up, a switch was thrown and the top portion began to descend upon Amber.

It descended to just inches from Ambers face and stopped. The staff checked things again, giving Amber the impression that they were more concerned for the machine then that of a young ten-year-old about to be swallowed by it. Completed the machine started to move down upon Amber once again. Panic of smothering, or being squeezed to death was so overwhelming that Amber’s mind shutoff and she fainted.

The machine descended until it was flush with itself. Looking at it in this position nobody would know of the small child trapped within. But the machine was quick in its work. There was some humming of internal parts some hissing and then the top section began to rise.

When the press lifted back to its starting point the doctors and nurses quickly moved in as if it were an emergency. Working together they lifted out the apparent body of young Amber. Standing her on her feet for the first time in two days the sight was remarkable. For all intents and purposes Amber had just been sealed bound into a seamless, harden, clear plastic shell. It covered her completely from head to toes. She was nearly complete to becoming a living, breathing life-sized doll.

Laying the new doll on the same table that had brought her to this room they went about checking if the young subject trapped inside was still alive. She was. All that could be heard was the slight clicking sound of the valve that opened and closed as she breathed. Checking her other plumbing it was decided that everything had set as expected, flush with Amber’s new coating of plastic.

Many minutes later while being wheeled to the final portion of her transformation from an innocent ten-year-old girl to plastic doll Amber awoke. At first she didn’t know what to make of these new sensations or lack of. All she could move were her eyes, which quickly darted left and right. Why couldn’t she move?

Having finally arrived at the final prep room Amber was once more moved from one table to another. In this room Amber would receive her new “skin”. It was appeared as a heavy flesh-toned rubber garment that resembles the human shape. Starting at the feet the staff began applying this new item of transformation. It was tough work, sized slightly smaller for a smooth wrinkle free look, but eventually it covered all of Amber’s plastic coating. Taking caution not to obstruct any of the plumbing the rubber garment was pulled together in back and glued. With a little cosmetic work the seam disappeared.

The final step started with adorning the new doll with the proper hair. A wig was chosen, applied to the rubber and plastic coated human head and allowed to set. It was a beautiful wig of blond hair remarkably similar to Barbie’s color. Once that was taken care of permanent makeup was applied.

After all that occurred the doctors decided it was time for Amber to see her new self. A large mirror was move d so she could see herself entirely, from head to toe. She saw herself there and couldn’t believe that it was her eyes starring back. They had forcibly transformed her into a life-sized Barbie like doll. Panic quickly set in again and she fainted.

Some time later Amber woke to find herself standing in the corner of her own room starring at another mirror positioned so she might view her current state. A sudden relief swept over her but disappeared as quickly with that realization that she was still trapped in her new doll form. A short time later she saw from the corner of her eye her parents enter the room. Oh thank you they were about to make this nightmare end and release her.

But it was not to be. They simply connected several tubes from a nearby machine to her urinary, anal and digestive valves. Pressing a button on the machine started the process and in short time Amber was fed, given an enema and flushed of waste.

Jason and Judy Stevens were extremely happy with the end result. Their love of their daughter and for the collecting of valuable and rare dolls had merged as expected. They now had the perfect doll for their private collection.