The store was a mad house. Girls and there mothers were barking orders to the sales assoctiates as their dream dollies whizzed past on the maze of conveyor belts.
"Hey, Rob!" Amanda called from across the store. "We have a problem on conveyor 7!"
"On it!" You scurry over to a series of giant gears to assess the damage. Just as you clear the the jam, you feel the a tugging at the leg of your overalls. Fuck, its caught in the gears and its pulling you in. Just before you are sucked in and crushed to your death, you kick off your work boots and unzip the one piece jumpsuit, despearetly leaping clear. Unfortunately you dive to far, missing the platform. Just before you fall to your death, the back of your boxers are caught on one of the many metal hooks that line the conveyor belt. You are momentarily saved, but you have a nasty wedgie.
Your are about to yell for help, when you hear a ripping sound. The back of your undies give way, and you fall naked, dick down onto the conveyor belt below. Before you know it mechanical hands start whirling around you and you are dressed up in the same standard issue white cloth diaper, pink pacifier, and frilly pink baby bonnet that comes with every basic doll. Then the conveyor belt deposits you into a wicker basket on the display floor. You barely have time to catch your breath when you look up to see someone looming over your dolly bassinet.
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