Though you were spinning like crazy through the air, your eyes briefly glimpsed the 'Lingerie' sign hanging above the conveyor belt you ended up landing on, giving you a solid idea of where Reagan's blind-fire shot had sent you. Of course, you didn't have any intention of letting yourself be turned into lingerie, so you hastily began trying to reform...at least, until a few balls of Tinex jostling down the assembly line ended up rolling over top of your tiny body, squishing you just flat enough to remain stuck.
By the time you finally wrestled the Tinex balls off of you, it was too late. A mechanical hand from the assembly line shot out and grabbed your body, lifting you into the air. You let out a piercing scream, but your pitiful affected vocal chords didn't have a prayer of actually making an audible sound over the thrum and whirr of the Just Jacobs factory machinery. Instead, you could only flail uselessly as the cold, unfeeling mechanical appendage sliced your clothing off to leave you buck naked, and then began getting to work.
All you could do was wince and shout in pain and discomfort as the merciless machine did what it was programmed to do, and what it did to thousands upon thousands of normal balls of Tinex a week. Because of your affected DNA being virtually indistinguishable from Tinex at a molecular level, the machine didn't detect a single thing wrong with you as it crushed, crumpled, and contorted your malleable body. Working you into putty, your body twisted and folded upon itself, your efforts to escape growing from useless to impossible as the machine had its way with you.
Your mid-section was then squeezed and pulled, elongated to form what you quickly realized was the crotch part of a thong. You internally moaned, but it wasn't as if that could actually do anything to stop the machine you were caught up in from grabbing your limbs and yanking them far and taut, forming your stretched-out arms and legs into the loops of your new thong body. By the time you were dropped back onto the conveyor belt alongside a litany of other identically tan-colored Tinex thongs, you ached and twitched subtly to try and reform.
It was not to be, as a second set of mechanical arms descended from the monstrosity of swarming metal all around you. One hand dunked your body into a vat of pitch-black dye, holding you their for a few seconds before retrieving you. As soon as you emerged, you could feel the dye absorbing into your body, and knew that your entire form would soon be dyed black. But before you could even fully comprehend that horror, the second much more dexterous hand descended and began to lather paint all across your body. You twitched some more, but couldn't stop the machine from decorating your form in patterns of white vines and red roses.
Lastly, a chilled and heavy mist sprayed upon you, and you felt your body lock into place. It was Full Length, and as the accursed chemical settled into your very pores, you knew that you were now royally screwed. Frozen in place, you could no longer move, speak, or do anything at all. For all intents and purposes you were truly just a thong now, and unless someone tracked you down or otherwise accidentally put you into contact with Full Length Solvent, a thong is all you would now ever be.
For your sanity, you chose to believe that somehow a miracle would occur.
Now looking for all the world like a sleek, sexy black thong with white and red rose painted décor, you trundled along the conveyor belt alongside the other similarly decorated thongs and matching bras, gaining speed as you approached a ramp which sent you careening down towards the end of your destination, which was a station set up and manned by two employees of Just Jacobs whose job it was to scan each item with a Tiny Locator Device to check for living affected who may have somehow ended up on the factory line.
Was this your miracle?
A few thongs and bras reached the employee closest to you, and you watched as the bored looking girl lazily but dutifully scanned each item. Obviously, the TLD signaled that each item was clear, and so the girl then sent them on their way over to her partner, who accepted each item, double-checked it with her own scanner, and then dropped it into a shipping container. Your optimism, which had been waning ever since Reagan first revealed her true colors to you, began to return as you grew closer and closer to the tired looking girl. Surely she'd scan you, realize your identity, and end this nightmare!
But then, right as the conveyor belt brought you before her, the girl stared down at you and smirked. Instead of pointing the TLD at you, she picked you up and instead and held you close to her face.
"Damn, this is a nice thong." The girl, whose name was Tabitha, said aloud. She ran a hand over your torso, accidentally trailing her sharp fingernail over your eyes, mouth, and settling (annoyingly) on your crotch, tapping away at your squished member. "This would look killer on me." She turned in her chair, and you caught sight of the other girl out of the corner of her eye. "Hey Claudia! Think Big Boss Jenna would just let me take this one home?"
Her partner, (and the oft-savior of tinies accidentally ended up on the factory line) Claudia, shook her head ruefully. "It looks very pretty, yeah, but you'll just have to buy it at the store like everyone else." She giggled. "You're always looking for the easy way out of things, Tabs."
Tabitha rolled her eyes, and looked back down at you again. "Eh, you're a killjoy. I'm sure boss lady wouldn't even notice. But, whatever."
As you stared up at the girl's gigantic, wistful face, you begged her to notice you. Sadly, you didn't quite realized just how hidden you were. Obviously, your entire body was dyed black and formed into a thong, and you had little rose and vine paintings all over you, but that was only the tip of the iceberg. Your facial features had almost universally been smeared away by the machines while you were molded, as had the differentiation between your fingers and toes. You truly looked like a simple thong, in every way but one.
While your right eye was covered by a red rose, your left eye had been untouched. Dyed mostly black, but your light-brown pupil could still be seen as a tiny pinprick of discoloration on the otherwise pristine form of your new thong body. Unnoticeable unless someone looked close, which Tabitha sadly wasn't doing.
The girl then tossed you through the air, and you were caught roughly by a surprised Claudia.
"Go ahead and box it up, Claudia." Tabitha explained. "Then let me get a matching bra, and that box should be good to ship."
"Sounds good." Claudia smiled and nodded. She turned to reach for her TLD, and you realized that Tabitha had zoned out and completely forgotten that she hadn't even scanned you yet! At least Claudia was a diligent worker who would--
"Unless," Tabitha cut in. "You want to try on that thong yourself? Gotta be honest, I'd kill to see a hottie like you rocking that." Tabitha grinned playfully, and burst into laughter as Claudia turned bright red.
"T-Tabs!" Claudia stammered, blushing brightly. Eager to hide her blushing face from her constantly teasing maybe-more-than-friend, Claudia turned her back to Tabitha...and summarily dropped you into the shipping container. Caught up in her embarrassment, she too utterly forgot to scan you!
And so, all you could do was silently scream up through muted frozen lips at the two girls who had just sentenced you to a terrible fate all because of a little flirting. Soon, a matching bra was dumped upon your head, then your shipping container was sealed up, and then you felt the box you were in shuffle down a final conveyor belt towards the awaiting delivery truck.
You began to cry.
*****
When your uncrushed eye fluttered open again, you found yourself staring at a rack filled with lingerie, though it was a few feet away from you. With a start, you realized that you'd been asleep for an entire day, and you were now hanging up on a line alongside all sorts of other lingerie in the middle of a clothing store. You'd been delivered, unnoticed by the clothing store employee, and hung up on the line to be purchased and sold like you were nothing more than property, a simple thong. Which, in essence, you were now.
And after an hour, you heard the front doors of the store being opened, and a flood of women began filtering around the store, brushing past you and all the other lingerie on display. Your dread grew, knowing it was only a matter of time before someone selected you for purchase, and if you weren't saved before then (and also depending on who bought you) your life very well could hang in the balance.
Inevitably, someone's hand reached out to grab you, and your blood went cold.
1) It's your own wife, Mari, eager to find a comfy new thong to regularly wear at work and around the house.
2) It's Saira Bhavsar, one of your employees and a talented fitness instructor at Focused Fitness, looking for a new thong that can hold up during her extreme Intensity X classes.
3) It's Ivy Green, the co-head of the tiny-hating Omega Gamma Phi sorority at Weston University, and one of the most full-figured and sadistic girls in existence.
4) It's Tabitha herself, coming to claim you just like she wanted to. Is being in the possession of a Just Jacobs employee a chance at rescue, or just cruel irony of being so close to salvation and yet so far?
5) *Writer's Choice*
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