You are Lucas, otherwise called Luke. A young 18 year old human, whatever that supposed to mean in this world. Once you were free, but roughly 30 minutes ago you were capured by a vixen, that casually walked towards her store now.
The vixen was out in the woods, to go on a hunt for little humans. You lived in a little community, along other humans. Your den was composed of twigs and leaves; a safe haven for humans. Every now and then your community would send gatherers outside, to grab berries for the tribe.
But one time, some came in, fully drenched in sweat. Panting and before they could explain what was going on, the small den of twigs and leaves was destroyed. A vixen greeted you with a sly grin and a jar in her hand paws. Every human she could find, she poured into that jar and closed the lid, before shoving it into her hand bag - sending you all in total darkness.
Screaming, begging and crying was to be heard from almost all humans. Only you were silent, as the ride was going on. The vixen happily hummed up above and adjusted her glasses, being in awe with her last find.
"Most of you are so wiggly! You'll keep the customers very happy, I can tell already!", she sated with a sly grin.
That statement only caused for more pleas and struggles within the dark jar. But she didn't care a single bit. You were just tools. And she made a very lucky find indeed.
After roughly 30 minutes she entered a building. It was her store, where she sold humans in all kind of varieties. She entered a backroom, put her hand bag on a desk and sat by the table. She grabbed the jar out and watched all of you with a dark smile. She twists the jar around and watches all of you closely.
As she did that you took a minute to look around. It was a backroom. A lot of stuff was laying around, including shelves. On those shelves was anything. Underwear, socks, toilet paper, toilet brushes, q-tips... pretty much anything.
On her desk was a sewing machine on the desk of hers. You looked at it, but then she opened the lid up above. Most humans, including yourself, looked upwards. She showed her fangs, as she smiled. She then casually brought a hand paw in with the index finger touching her thumb.
She was about to grab someone!
She hummed in a thinking manner and moved her hand paw in circles, not sure of whom to pick. The tiny humans squirmed and wiggled. They cried and whimpered. Suddenly she grabbed one and chuckled: "Eheheh... you seemed like the wiggliest of the bunch! You're first!", as she elevated him out of the jar.
He began to kick and squirm. She then held the tiny close to her eyes, began to turn him upside down and inspected him from all sides. Afterwards she stood up, walked to one of her shelves and brought it onto the floor, next to the desk. In it were brand new panties, she've bought recently.
She grabbed some granny panties out and laid it onto the desk. She moved it under the sewing machine and placed the tiny right in the back. She then laid an index finger on her mouth, as he still wiggled and said: "Shhh... don't move or you might be severly hurt! I know what I'm doing, trust me! It won't hurt at all if you don't move."
As she said that, he stopped to struggle and actually complied. She then started the machine and began to sew him in. After 15 seconds she was done and the panties were finished as well. She then lifted the granny panties up and looked at the tiny with a smile: "All done! You look so well! Trust me you've got one of the best fates!"
She folded the panties up and put it into a basket near her desk. Those were ready to be further sold. Afterwards she went back to the jar and grabbed another tiny. His fate however was wayyyy worse.
She walked back to one of the shelves and brought back another box. She then grabbed a toilet paper roll and put it under the sewing machine, just as before. The tiny was now put in the middle of a square. He however began to squirm like crazy and then... he was wrongly stitched in, as the machine went on. He screamed in agony, but the vixen just rolled her yellow eyes.
"Ugh... welp... This should be a lesson to all of you!", she hissed as she looked to the jar.
Suddenly we froze in place and didn't move an inch. A lot of shivered, but didn't rebel anymore. She then further explained: "You either don't move or you'll get hurt like him. Your choice. But it is my choice to put you into the job you're best fit for... and for this toilet paper roll, I still need a lot of you to fill out each square. Understood?"
And then it happened. She grabbed person after person, sewing them into each square of the roll. You looked at them in shock and hoped that you wouldn't be grabbed. But some of the grabbed ones were a tad more lucky.
Inbetween she began to sew the people in different kinds of objects. For some it were panties and socks. For others it were sweat rags and sportswear. Quite a few were sewn into sponges or toothbrushes. Only a few were straight away thrown into the garbage can across the room. Others however... ended up in that same toilet paper roll or even on toilet brushes...
After half the jar had been repurposed you looked above as her enormous fingers were aiming towards you. You hugged the floor of the jar, hoping to not be picked, but it was all in vain, as she slightly squeezed her index finger against thumb and picked you up.
She moved you very close to her big yellow eyes and began to turn you upside down. You looked inside her maw and nose for a second and slowly got a headache, from being held upside down. She hummed as she thought and then said: "Hmm... I think I'll know what you're best suited for..."
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