Reagan continued to relish in the feeling of your pathetic feeble attempts to wriggle out of her grip. She'd hated tinies for years, as it felt like every setback in her life could be traced back to one of the stupid bugs. Of course, in reality, it was Reagan's own bigoted and violent reactions towards tinies that was the issue and not tinies themselves, but the girl was far too prideful and stubborn to ever acknowledge her own fault. Instead, she'd made it her mission to punish and abuse tinies who rose to far above the dirt and muck Reagan believed they deserved to live in, and the chance to launch a helpless tiny into a factory filled with Tinex molding machines was far too amazing an opportunity to pass up.
And so Reagan took a few extra seconds to skim her eyes over the factory floor, taking in the sights of the twists and turns of the Just Jacobs machinery fabrication lines. Just Jacobs had their hand in just about everything these days, and Reagan's mind was almost overloading with all of the possibilities of fates that she could subject you to. Every single one was as entertaining and amusing as the last, and since Reagan knew she'd only get the chance to pick one option, she really mulled over which one would be the funniest.
But at the same time, Reagan knew that she didn't have all day. Jenna could come stumbling by at any moment, as could any of the other girls who worked throughout the factory. Worst was that sanctimonious bitch Claudia, who had stopped Reagan's plans one more than one occasion. While Reagan had been able to successfully hide her involvement from Claudia, it was still infuriating how many funny mishaps had been ruined by that deluded girl and her obsession with trying to view tinies as actual humans and not the bugs they were.
Unable to reach a clear idea, Reagan just decided to leave it up to fate. Closing her eyes and curling her finger, Reagan unfurled her grip on you and flicked you as powerfully as she could, sending your tiny body flying out towards the sprawling factory below you. No matter where exactly you ended up, Reagan was confident it would be hilarious.
Where do you end up landing?
1) You end up landing on the 'Lingerie' factory line, quickly scooped up by a mechanical hand that begins molding you into a thong.
2) You end up landing on the 'Swimwear' factory line, soon grabbed by a multitude of mechanical appendages that start contorting you into a one-piece bikini.
3) You end up landing on the 'Intimacy' factory line, and are horrified to feel yourself grabbed and molded by mechanical hands into the shape of a dildo.
4) Luck strikes on your side for once, as you impact against the railing of a conveyor belt and fall down onto the floor itself! You quickly reform, but Reagan noticed your escape and is in pursuit!
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