Rearity's Toy - Doll Factory

I had gotten up, the day after I had accepted the job at the factory, as the model of 'Apple Jack', it is at least, the way I had come to understand my position.

Maybe I couldn't go as far, as to say I don't like it, even after I realised, I wasn't to go home directly after work? Maybe the more exact expression is, I had come to like it so much, I had basically forgotten about actually having a home, away from work? Or is it that it is part of the persona, I had been taking on? Even if I had no clue as to the fact that she had actually glued the 'Apple Jack' personal onto me, just as she glued her body, such as Rearity had designed it, onto my body, at the time of what I had taken for a mere massage?

From the looks of it, nothing more had changed, from the day before. I'm just the very same five feet tall, just as I had been, before I had gone to bed. Why'd that change? How could it ever change?

I had slipped the chosen panties on, then the top, just as expected. Maybe it is me, or it had been part of her original design. I had lost track of it. Had I lost it all, sometime, during the night, as I lay sleeping? There is no sign, no trace, of whom I had been. I couldn't recall I had had a name, before I signed up. If you asked me, I'd reply 'Apple Jack'. What else had you expected? I could be none other, and thus, I will not be anyone, or anything else, no matter what.

They had served me a breakfast, which I had readily enjoyed. Not so much because I'm hungry, or because I couldn't leave her factory grounds, but rather, because I enjoyed, what they were serving. I guess they knew, what I had been enjoying for breakfast, or was it part, of whom they had designed me into being? If I was to ponder, it'd confuse me to no end, and for no good reason.

Ofhorse, today is a workday. How'd I forget that? Maybe because I'm Apple Jack, I desire to work. It's part of who I am. With that, I continue to where I am to perform. The door is open, naturally, what had you been expecting?

“One small detail, if you don't mind. This will not take long, just a few minutes!” the girl declared.

I sat down, just as she indicated. She soon slip in before me, sitting down on an identical chair. Producing a lip gloss. I just smile at her, and she soon performed her work, applying the gloss to my lips.

“If you stand up, and slip your panties off?” she then instructed me.

I managed to slip my chosen panties off, it's not all that hard, they are not glued to me, but are pretty slippery inside. I had noticed, as I was to put them on, this morning, for whatever reason. Maybe these are my first panties, of the permanent collection? The once I had worn the other day doesn't seem to count.

As I slipped my panties off, she prepared a special gel, soon standing before me, before she uncapped the jar of clear gel, slipping a yello inside of it, withdrawing it from the jar, before she simply slipped it into my orchid, making me feel it contract around the yello she had inserted. Once she had pushed it in, as far as she intended, she simply left it in place, as she picked the next yello, dipping it in the gel, before she slipped it into me from behind. I clearly felt it slide in, there was no avoiding it. Maybe I should have tried, but to no avail.

Had it been the gel, or the yello? Either way, I had been incapable of preventing the penetration, just as I'm still incapable of pushing either of them out. I knew they stay in place, in part because I felt myself contracting around them, firmly. Just not excessively? For some reason, I did enjoy the sensation of it all.

Only now, she pulled them out, in the same order as she had inserted them, and with that, leaving me to feel empty, for a short moment, then it passed, and it just felt normal?

Apparently, the panties had been polished, and then the small plugs inside of the panties had been given a special attention? I could feel it, as I slipped my panties back on. Yet, the sense of contracting soon vanished, and it went back to normal. What this was all about, I had no idea, I guess it's none of my business? I don't need to know, it's more of maintaining me in a state, where I perform, what I'm paid to do.

Once I had slipped the panties back on, I move into the room, where the catwalk was, which is exactly where it still is. I move to where I slip in, behind the curtains, then I simply walked out, and up onto the walk, turning around, demonstrating the assets, as it were. Show casing what I look like, as I wear the suit, the panties and top, that is. Then I slowly walk back, and in behind the curtains once more. I had finished the cat walk part of the day.

Then I noticed a door had opened behind the walk, and I enter the new room. The door had been a full six feet in height, thus it is easy to enter. I failed to realise why. It's just the thing about me, or what? The door was simply supposed to be exactly six feet?

The room is some ten feet by ten feet. In the center, there is a podium, a foot above floor level. It's three feet in diamter. I had noticed two marks on the floor, I placed my hind hooves on them, before a circular glass wall fell down, closing me in. Then the small space filled up with a clear gel, feeling almost as if it had been water. I noticed an image before me, the girl posing, and I take her pose, imagining it is what had been the point. Then I realise, the gel slowly cured, hardened, and it became impossible to move.

The glass soon was lifted, and the gel cut in two, falling onto the floor, thus freeing me, once more. Then the glass fell down, imprisoning me once more. Once the glass is in place, the gel is filling up my small space. New marks on the floor came into view, and I placed my hooves on top of them. Then I noticed a new image before me, and I take her pose. Then I realised, the gel cured, once more. That's what went on, from breakfast, until lunch.

I returned after lunch, and the work resumed. Like this, my work continued until six in the evening. Then I had completed my job of the day. I walked back to the dining room and then home, feeling rather good about myself. I had performed my duties, such as I had been given them.

I never saw what they made out of the cured gel casts, after they had been created, but I could guess. Cast by cast, carried away, since I never would see any of them, ever again. Then they had been used, moulding replicas of me, as the 'Apple Jack', I am. Once the dolls had been released from the cast, they had simply painted the smaller details on top of the original, the complexion I had been born with. In the form I am. They are a full set of live size 'Apple Jack' dolls. Too large to be counted as toys?

How many they were to create, I had no idea, it's none of my business, it's not anything I'd care about. I simply perform my job.

Would they create all these, for the one single use? Not sure. Yet, who's to say? I had basically had the rest of the week off. At least, I had not been used for creating any more of the casts. What I had been doing, walking the cat walk?

It's my natural form, and my natural size. I imagine, they may choose to have me take interviews, and partake in advertisements, promotions and the like, but for now, I simply enjoyed myself. Even though, I do feel the lack of friends closing in on me. I can't seem to find any of my old friends. Where were they?