Fennec Gets Packaged

The large mechanical arm sped its way across the factory floor, oblivious to the woman that hung from it by a pair of white, string-bikini underwear. With her back to the arm, Fennec Shand had no idea where it was taking her and could only race along on tiptoes to keep up. Unable to raise her weight off of her suspended panties, there was nothing to do but squirm and tug futilely at that unforgiving article of clothing as she was carried about. The arm would move up and down as it did its various functions, hoisting its unwilling passenger off her toes. Bouncing the wedgie only served to drive the little bit of fabric further up butt cheeks and groin, eliciting whimpers and moans with every lift.

Her whole world was so much tugging and rubbing and her face was flushed before the arm had moved a few meters.

Then the arm reached over a conveyor. **** to relieve her lower parts, she pulled herself on the conveyor without hesitation. Kneeling on the belt, Fennec reached back with both hands, eager to free her bottoms before the arm moved again. Her fingers found where a bolt had gone through the fabric and tugged, but her panties remained stubbornly caught.

Suddenly, there was a high-pitched whine as a machine waldo swung toward her. Instinctively, she leaned forward to avoid it but it struck the arms reaching behind, leaving something hot and clinging across the tops of them. A plate below her flipped up tossing her onto her back as the arm swung away. Without her weight on them, the overstretched underwear slid easily off her legs and disappeared with the roving arm. Before her legs were entirely out of her last remaining piece of clothing, the waldo returned. Rolling to evade moved most of her body away, except the forearms that were somehow tethered to it. Now a hot clinging substance completely coated both sides of her arms.

Her attempt to roll off the side of the conveyor was stopped by a plunging blade that barred her way, but also cleaved what appeared to be a half meter wide swath of clear plastic that went from her arms to the passing waldo above. Soon as it was cut the plastic began to cool and shrink.

She frantically fought to get free of the fast constricting plastic, throwing her body about as she did. Flopping around not only failed to get her loose, it made matters worse. In her struggle, her hands had been pulled up between her shoulder blades and there they were trapped when the shrinking plastic pressed them firmly together from fingers to elbows. This in turn **** her to strongly arch her back and thrust out her breasts and buttocks.

The thought that someone could walk in at any moment and catch her kneeling naked on the conveyor, presenting her tits and ass like a girl in a barracks pinup filled her with embarrassment and a distracting level of excitement.

Fennec’s bewildering feelings were interrupted when the conveyor deposited her into a large machine. It was pitch black inside and too cramped to sit up. With her arms trapped, there was little she could do as the machine pushed and pressed from all directions, toppling and folding and surrounding her body.

When she emerged at the conveyor on the far side of the machine, she had been folded into the fetal position and **** into a tight plastic box with a clear front. Of course, the factory had no Fennec-sized boxes, leaving her head and butt cheeks protruding from opposite ends of the packaging. A sticker was stamped on the box where the side of her bare boob pressed against the clear front assuring customers all parts were good for months of continuous usage.

Shrink wrapped and packed, Fennec could only offer a helpless whimper when she was dumped headfirst off the end of the conveyor into a waiting crate. The next several products coming off the line behind her slapped into her ass, sending jiggles through her upturned butt cheeks before tumbling to the floor.

Detecting an overflow, the automated system decided the crate was full and promptly sealed it and had it hauled to shipping before summoning a droid to clean up the dropped boxes.