You reached out through the air as if you were going to somehow swim through the air to miss the conveyor belt with Reagan’s Malicious smile dropping from view as you fell. You impacted the belt but didn’t actually splatter giving you just enough time to see the [i]Lingerie[/i] sign above the belt before a delicate mechanical arm pinched your leg and picked you up. More arms joined as you were dragged inside a box like machine. You tried to call out to one of the workers but it didn’t look like anyone was actually near you so your scream was covered up by the noise of machinery. From inside you couldn’t tell what it was supposed to be doing but it currently had both of your arms and legs grasped holding you in the middle of the box as a green scanner waved over your body and beeped red causing more arms to descend and rip your clothes off and scan you again giving an affirmative beep this time.
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The worker watching the automated scanner noticed a ‘extraneous material’ alert which usually meant a Tiny had accidentally gotten on the line but just as they were about to hit the shutdown button to check the factory supervisor came in. “It’s just a scrap from the sorting part, I saw it as I was walking up, go ahead and hit the ignore.” She said in the usual ‘i’m too tired for this’ way that she talked and the girl shrugged and hit the ignore button to keep the line going. Checking on what it was supposed to be going through that line she chuckled a little, of course the massive bras would end up with extra material on them.
******
The arms started pulling out as an extra set pinched right below your chest before both sets on your top and bottom half twisted forcing a clear distinction between them. You screamed out in pain but of course the machine didn’t care about that as more of the little mechanical hands came down to start pulling and prodding your face and crotch slowly and evenly stretching them out until it was clear that the machine was turning you into a bra, and not a small one either. Your mouth was sort of forced to stay open since you were stretched out while you were screaming and you knew the process was near ending as a mold popped out of the wall and you whimpered at the size of it, not that you could tell exact sizes but it was solidly above a G-cup before you were slammed face first into the mold and the machine smoothed your edges out and made a dip for cleavage on each of your cups. Then a strange prickling sensation started and you tried to identify it as it felt like something biting you over and over again on the edges of where the ‘cups’ were only for you to realize that the machine was making a lace pattern on you. Finally it weaved your arms and legs together into straps and attached fabric hooks before spraying you with full length and dumping you back on the conveyor belt.
You wanted to groan at how quickly you had been put through all that pain but you tried to hope that all of the Quality checks would find you. Right up until you were hit with another aerosolized blast that had to be the dye that the factory used. Your vision was tinted a dark purple and soon enough you were at the final shipping part of your ride. You watched as the workers picked up articles and diligently scanned them with the Tiny Finder before setting them into a shipping crate and just as you were a few away from being found by… You read her name tag as Claudia the same girl that Reagan said would Die for tiny rights right before you had been tossed down here. You felt her soft hands pick you up and put the scanner right up to your face and… nothing, The scanner didn’t detect you as an affected! Claudia shuffled you into a box with similarly colored bras and closed it, unknowingly dooming you to be shipped out to a store who knows where.
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You spent a few days in shipping and trying to figure out how you were going to go about this as soon as you were free, you didn’t want to dwell on the how. Jenna was already worried about this kind of thing so you were confident that she would rescue you, she turned around in France for you and this wouldn’t be any different. You’d escape and then stick it to Reagan and the CTC.
Thankfully as you found out you had been delivered to a department store right in Oakland, with little else to do but listen to conversations you just hoped you didn’t get bought before Jenna tracked you down. But of course just as you thought that a hand pulled you from your place on the rack. It was almost a surprise to see….
1. Ashely! "Ohh this is cute, I'll get it as a treat for myself"
2.Sydney Campbell-Stein "Sexy, I'll grab it for our anniversary date."
3. Hope Cooper "It's my size, I can't believe it usually I'd need to special order, Just Jacobs really is the perfect brand."
4. Jenna! Who scans you with her personal Tiny Finder and finds you.
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