“Here we are, the perfect spot for you to remember you’ll always be under regular people.” She grinned, flicking you onto a line and displacing a small ball of Tinex knocking you silly just before a hydraulic press slammed into the conveyor belt right on top of you smashing your face into the rest of your body making a flat disk with your features looking out. You tried to reform a bit but some of the mechanical arms lifted you and another tan disk and fed you into a machine almost like a weird dollar bill. The machine battered you from the side trying to shape you and then squash you flat again every few seconds. It wasn’t terribly painful but every crushing hit was almost like a mechanical foot, and the pressure increased with each iteration so it was swiftly becoming agonizing. Finally the machine spit you out on the other side along with a now oblong tinex piece. You finally realized what was happening, you were being shaped into an Insole! You still had your features though, your eyes on the heel and your mouth, unfortunately slightly open right under the toes and ball. You could feel your body under that with your crotch right under the ball as well but squashed between yourself and your arms and legs mostly bunched up behind where your eyes were. Your thoughts were interrupted when a wheel came down spinning at both you and your ‘twin’ it felt like a stiff brush going at a thousand rotations per second as it hit you. Every tiny fiber was ripping at you and rubbing something in at the same time like a miniature car wash with steel wool.
When the wheel came away you felt like you had been sanded down but also were swelling somehow? You shifted your now relatively blurry vision to your ‘twin’ that was inexplicably thickening at the heel and ball as well as slightly lesser over all. You had to assume the same was happening to you and it felt too raw to reform, not that the merciless machine would allow such a thing as a light mist of full length spritzed out of a nozzle over you and your partner. You were sure that the brush with whatever solution was making your thicken out had rubbed all of your features from sight. As you fell into a tray for final inspection you hoped Jenna’s safety measures would at least save you from the store.
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Tabitha was half assing her job since Claudia got called away to talk to the boss a couple minutes ago. She glanced at the next pair of identical tan insoles and waved her tiny detector wand over the left one, getting a negative result she grabbed the pair and sealed them in their individual packaging box before packing them into a shipping crate.
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You were incredulous that this girl had only checked half of the insoles before packing them, that was a terrible quality control issue and more importantly it doomed you to being shipped out with a bunch of regular Insoles. Worse still they were a boxed product that would need to be opened before you saw the light of day making it much harder to look for you if someone were so inclined.
You could tell that you had been stocked at a store somewhere after a day or so and you felt your package being picked up and moved around after another day. You whimpered mentally as you hoped Jenna would be able to put things together somehow. But when the box was opened you finally saw the face of the woman that had bought you unknowingly….
1. It's your Daughter Riley! She buys Jenna's brand exclusively meaning she usually only replaces insoles once a year and donates the old ones...
2. It's Reagan! somehow she kept track of where you ended up, unfortunately she remembered she didn't spray you with whatever she was doing to the other tinies so she needs to make sure you're never found or she'd be caught completely ruining her sabotage. Lucky for her she could use some new insoles.
3. Selena getting new Insoles to attatch to her flipflops at the Oasis
4. Zoey Reed, your Daughter Julie's crush and best friend. She's getting insoles for her 'party heels'
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