You kind of got excited as you were dropped in the Elite box. Tiny Co offered a line of tinies that they sold to exclusively celebrities, and you of all people knew how much of an honor it was to be put in this collection. Then again, you were still going to be sold, but at least you knew it was to be to a famous person.
The box was sealed by a bearded man, scoffing at the sight of the Elite logo on the side of the box, before you felt the darkness consume you. Everyone squirmed around you as the terror set the mood in your cardboard prison. The good news was that you wiggled to the point where you were face to face with a dimly lit naked woman, more specifically her ample ass. You breathed in the moist air, as soon the rocking of the box set you into a deep slumber.
When you awoke, the box was open once more, and the air was a little bit hotter. A feminine hand dumped your box onto another conveyor belt, and soon the process of packaging was begun. A robotic arm grabbed you, and let you go in a black box, where you were fit snug in a comforting leather slot built for tinies.
Next to you was a small pamphlet, which you made the title out as a manual and thank you letter to the woman who would get you. Taking a deep breath, you sat still as the box was closed, and you sat in rest once more. The process of shipping was fast, and sooner than you knew it you assumed you were on a mail truck. Your box was raised yet again by an unseen hand, and you were walked up a steep sidewalk before dropped relatively close to a door, which you knew because of the long, complex doorbell which was rang.
You heard a squeak of excitement as the package was drawn up by an unknown woman, and brought inside. There was a sound of the door shutting, and noise of socks on tile. The box was set down horizontally on a table as the flap opened, and you looked up at the feminine face of who you recognized as
The box was sealed by a bearded man, scoffing at the sight of the Elite logo on the side of the box, before you felt the darkness consume you. Everyone squirmed around you as the terror set the mood in your cardboard prison. The good news was that you wiggled to the point where you were face to face with a dimly lit naked woman, more specifically her ample ass. You breathed in the moist air, as soon the rocking of the box set you into a deep slumber.
When you awoke, the box was open once more, and the air was a little bit hotter. A feminine hand dumped your box onto another conveyor belt, and soon the process of packaging was begun. A robotic arm grabbed you, and let you go in a black box, where you were fit snug in a comforting leather slot built for tinies.
Next to you was a small pamphlet, which you made the title out as a manual and thank you letter to the woman who would get you. Taking a deep breath, you sat still as the box was closed, and you sat in rest once more. The process of shipping was fast, and sooner than you knew it you assumed you were on a mail truck. Your box was raised yet again by an unseen hand, and you were walked up a steep sidewalk before dropped relatively close to a door, which you knew because of the long, complex doorbell which was rang.
You heard a squeak of excitement as the package was drawn up by an unknown woman, and brought inside. There was a sound of the door shutting, and noise of socks on tile. The box was set down horizontally on a table as the flap opened, and you looked up at the feminine face of who you recognized as
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June 3, 2023
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