Cindy then spots something on the racks that catches her eyes, she turns back to you and playfully says "don't go anywhere little guy, I'll be right back okay? There's a really cute thong that I'm sure you'll get a back row seat to later, if you know what I mean?" she winks at you and heads over to the racks with all different lingerie on. Jen was on the other side of the racks oblivious to what you were doing or where you even were.
You sat there for a while and happened to notice an empty Ken doll box on the other end of the bench. Weird, you thought to yourself and walked over to investigate further. As you got closer, you noticed that the packaging was strewn all around it as if someone had left it there in a hurry. You tutted to yourself, shoplifters - they'll steal anything now-a-days! As you turned your back to the box to walk back over to where Cindy had left you, you heard a female voice so you turned to investigate.
"God-damn kids! Don't take the toys OUT of the box!"
She huffed to herself as you froze for fear of her discovering you. The girl looked to be in her early 30's, she had brunette hair tied back in a ponytail, her uniform shirt looked like it was struggling to contain her huge boobs. They've got to be at least E's you thought to yourself. She wore khaki cargo pants that matched her work shirt although she filled them pretty well, you thought - very similar to Jen's body but a little more rotund on her lower half.
As you stood there perving on the female identified by her name badge as "Laura", she stepped closer and before you could even brace, she had grabbed you in her fist, squeezing the air out of your lungs making it impossible to scream for help. In the blink of an eye, you were stuffed into the plastic container and plastic ties were tightened around your legs and feet holding you firmly in place and stopping you from trying to escape. You tried calling out for Jen as the lid of the box was closed but as your voice filled the box, the sound of tape being pulled cancelled any noise you made out. You felt your box suddenly get a whole lot more claustrophobic as you were taped shut inside your new prison.
You were jostled mercilessly backwards and forwards whilst seeing the side of a thigh pendulum past the clear opening on the front. Your insides churned, you've spent many a time inside of Jen's purse but she was never this rough when you were inside of it. You feel the box come to an abrupt stop when Laura places you on a table. You can see in the far distance, the store lighting hanging high on the ceiling. You zone out looking at the lights wondering how your day could get any worse when the sound of a printer nearby pulls your attention. The answer would come in the form of a discount sticker placed directly over where your face was. "FFO %05 - DECUDER", what on Earth does that mean - you thought. Suddenly it clicked, Ohhhh "REDUCED - 50% OFF", you felt silly from not realising it sooner. Suddenly your box shot up at a ridiculous speed that only trained pilots could handle, Laura had picked up the box and placed it onto the discount shelf facing outwards. You see her legs facing you and heard her say to herself "Wow these Ken dolls look so realistic compared to when I was growing up! Kids these days have it so much better!".
You saw your chance at rescue dwindle as her sizeable ass walked away and were suddenly left in a deafening silence. Only the cheesy store jazz music could be heard faintly through the walls of your cardboard and plastic prison.
You were left there to think, unable to move, about how you were going to get out of this one. How was Jen and Cindy going to find you if you were inside of a Ken doll box with your face covered by a reduced sticker? Maybe you could wriggle an arm or a leg free from one of these ties, but they wouldn't budge, not even a little. You shouted out in frustration and tried pulling and wriggling your arms and legs but to no avail - you were stuck. You resided to your fate and just stood there with your eyes closed imaging you were somewhere else, somewhere better than here. Hell, even under Jen's ass would be preferable to this, you thought.
Suddenly, two sets of female legs appear in front of the shelf you were on. You could faintly hear them talking about looking for a doll for some videos they were going to make. What would they need a doll for? you thought. You were roughly at knee height on the shelf and the two female were stood to your left looking at the other reduced items when you heard one of them say very excitedly "Look! There's a reduced Ken doll! He's 50% off as-well! He's perfect!" You felt your box being picked up and held in front of one of the girls. You couldn't see anything past her boobs due to the stupid sticker, I mean, who puts a reduced sticker over the face section of a Ken doll? You heard the other girl say "It doesn't need to be a fancy one, we're only gonna sit on it anyway" They both laughed but you didn't see the funny side, panic now filling your lungs. You screamed out
"HEY...CAN YOU HEAR ME? I'M TRAPPED INSIDE THIS BOX AND I CAN'T GET OUT!", your voice now coarse from shouting too loud.
"Omg it speaks as-well! We're going to have to take the batteries out of this guy, can't have him saying random shit whilst we're shooting"
"Yeah for sure, what kind of thing is that to say for a Ken doll anyway? No wonder he's reduced!"
You tiny prison was then subdued back to the relentless jostling before you were unceremoniously tossed onto the conveyor at the checkout. You kept shifting and coming to an abrupt stop repeatedly. You could tell you were on the checkout as you could hear the beeps of the till. Your fate seconds from being sealed to a future of being sat on for videos. An anxiety filled depression fell over you like a dark cloud as you lay there contemplating your life.
"Just this one today girls?" you heard the cashier ask.
"Yes please, it's for my Nieces birthday next week, she's been wanting one for so long!". Your box was pulled off the conveyor, scanned and slip down the till ramp towards your new captors. They lied you thought!
"Okay then that'll be $7.50 when you're ready please! Will that be cash or card today?" she says as if this is the millionth time she's said it.
"Card please" the girls pay, put you into a white carrier bag and leave the store. Your heart now pounding, your emotion was that of trepidation. What was to become of you now?
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