This choice: You’re back at the factory - ready to be processed into a tampon. • Go Back... Your mind was ablurr as it attempted to come to terms with its new location. Before you could barely process anything a steel needle pierced your form before retracting and reentering in another spot.
*chuchuchu* the machine hummed stitching you up on all sides. Once completed with its task you were dumped into another machine witch moved you into position above a plastic tube. You finally recognized where you were, as the object before you was a tampon applicator.
*Kchu* the machine whined, as you were blasted forward and deposited securely inside. You could at least see out of the *X* shape of the exit, as you fell into a plastic rapper. This sealed your view to the pink light filtering through the covering, and the massive logo. You felt yourself dropped onto a conveyor, that you knew would lead to the packing bay. You would have screamed, but the employee who picked you up unceremoniously and stacked you in the bucket that fed into the boxer, completely unaware or the soul whom they just packed along with other hygiene products. The boxer pulled you and your tampon friends into itself, then pushed you into a box, sealing it behind you. Your world was muted and dark now. All you could feel was the box being moved around, and you couldn't really tell where you were for any of it. Eventually though after a long period of inactivity light burst into your world. The box felt less packed as a few of your *neighbors* were abducted by an unseen force. Darkness, and silence consumed you once again, this time with the foreknowledge that your time was soon to be realized. And one fateful day, it was. As with anything, it came when you were least expecting, your mind had grown so numb that the sudden explosion of sensory startled you to your content core.
"Shit" a groan erupted above you, as you heard something splash into the toilet water below. Finally the plastic was ripped off and you could see out of the *X* again. Your eyes failed to focus, seeing nothing but a bright blur at first. When they did focus, you saw, to your horror: a cunt dripping with blood, erupt with piss. The sound was deafening, especially since you hadn't experienced much for the past ... well you didn't know how long it had been. It wasn't long though before the clear liquid stopped flowing, and sigh of relief echoed from above. Through sheer habit, your *user* guided you to her womanhood. It was finally time ... her fingers pulled her lips apart as the applicator was shoved deep within her. There was a slight hesitation as she ensured you were going to be in a comfortable place, then unceremoniously pressed the applicator. Your hard, cold, plastic tube was replaced by a squishy, wet, hot, fleshy one. As a final act of putting you in your place, the applicator was removed, and the flesh gripped you tightly. You were now trapped, a slave ... no, less than that, an object of disgust, that would be disposed of as soon as she was able. You felt the world shift, as it stood up. Your world pulled your string aside as she pulled up her panties and jeans, further sealing you inside. She wouldn't pay you a single thought until much later. Her first step shook you in ways you couldn't describe, and you knew she was just getting started...   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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