Ashley yawned and tapped through the controls at her work station. She was one of only two people who ever worked the night shift at the factory. Technically it was the worst job in the entire place, if only because of how terribly tedious it could be. She still remembered the brochure advertising this place when it came to town. “The Packaging Lab.” It took her two read-throughs of the brochure to even wrap her head around what service these people provided. “Minimum packing dimensions, guaranteed!” wasn’t exactly an obvious tagline. But when she’d figured it out, she’d become fascinated.

The Packaging Factory had a series of state of the art machines which used a combination of highly dexterous robotic arms, an extremely sophisticated computer control system and “special components and techniques (patent pending)” to ensure that any product could be fit into a package up to 60% smaller than previously thought possible. Those foam mattresses that ship in little boxes and inflate when you unpack them? Think that style of shipping, but with anything. A dresser? She’d seen the machine get one packed down so tight you’d swear it was disassembled, but pop the box open and the darn thing was full size. It was fascinating to watch it do its thing. Especially for a girl like her.

Ashley had not been blessed with the gift of flexibility. Most people probably didn’t think about it all that much, but she did. Constantly. There was the fact that she’d missed out on joining the girl’s diving team in high school, and the cheerleading squad in college, because she wasn’t limber enough. Then there was not one, not two, but three boyfriends through the years who felt she was too stiff and inflexible for any of the, quote, ‘really fun stuff’ in bed. It was like she was being haunted by her inability to bend and flex as much as other ladies. And now, she worked at a factory that specialized in teasing flexibility out of just about anything.

“Ashley!” called a voice from behind her.

The sound shook her out of her daydream. She turned. It was Bob. The other poor sucker stuck on the overnight shift. He was in another department, but they saw each other often enough to have become acquaintances at work, at least. They hadn’t really gotten to know each other outside of business hours.

“I’m going to be on the other side of the factory, packing up this latest order. You going to be okay by yourself?” he asked.

She nodded. “Yeah. Yeah. The darn thing works itself. I just have to babysit.”

“Well, I’ll see you toward the end of the shift if you want to get some coffee in the break room,” he said.

“See you then,” she said.

He smiled and paced off down the long, dim hallway. With that, for the next six hours, it was just her, the control panel, and an army of robotic arms.

The cargo that needed packing this time was pretty standard. Three couches, pushed and prodded into undersized cardboard boxes. A couple giant teddy bears, each poked into a little box with a plastic window on the front. Then they got to the last package of the night. And boy, was it a doozy.

“Wow…” she murmured as she fetched the final product. “A sex doll? We pack those for people?”

She’d been aware the things existed, but she’d never actually seen one in the “flesh.” It was four feet tall, a foot and a half shorter than her, and made out of some sort of stiff, rubbery plastic. The overall shape of the body was decidedly bimbo-inspired. Giant boobs and big, thick hips. She dumped it on the floor in the middle of the packing area and marched behind the controls. Once out of range of the sensors and manipulators, she hit basically the only button she ever hit. “Max Pack: Auto.” Once the arms were in motion, she watched with considerably more interest than usual.

Cushioned grippers–everything was cushioned, lest they risk damaging the cargo–descended from the ceiling. With almost frustrating speed and efficiency, the machine went to work. She watched as the doll’s legs were folded up, its head tucked down. Knees were bent behind the neck. Arms were tugged around to hug the thighs. The relatively stiff rubber toy was folded into a neat little package and lifted into a plain brown box to be shipped off to its lucky new owner.

Maybe it was because that was the last product to be packed on a particularly light schedule for the evening. Maybe it was because it was the first one that looked so much like a human being. But something about seeing that toy contorted and packed away with such ease sparked some thoughts that had been simmering in the back of Ashley’s mind practically since she’d started working here. First, she glanced at the clock. No less than three hours before even Bob would be back in here to check on her. Then she pulled out the manual for the packing apparatus. It was thick as a dictionary and twice as dense. Again, she almost never had to do anything but press a single button. But there were endless options that were available for someone who needed a different level of packaging. And more importantly for her at the moment, there were safety considerations for every possible contingency. She leafed through the safety section that made up the back quarter of the book.

“Biological packages…” she read. “The apparatus has a full suite of safety protocols to ensure the safety of any living creatures subjected to the packaging procedure. Presently the packaging of living things is forbidden by state and federal law, but if and when that changes, all necessary subroutines are already present.”

She continued turning the pages, and slowly felt her resolve beginning to falter. There were so many safety precautions. What’s the worst that could happen?

Before she could change her mind, she made sure the security cameras were ‘malfunctioning’, then carefully set about adjusting some settings on the machine. Packing intensity: Gentle. That would make sure the machine used its lightest touch. Container selection: Standby. That would ensure it wouldn’t actually select a box or crate or whatever until prompted to. System Updates: Audio. A few more little changes and she was ready. She hung a drop cloth between the controls and the packing chamber, just for that extra level of privacy, then tapped the time-delay button and trotted over to lay down in the chamber.

Her heart was pounding with anticipation as the ten second timer ticked down. When it reached zero, a green laser line she’d seen sweep every package she’d ever packed swept across her body. Little doors opened above her, and arms started to descend. Soft grippers held her gently by her upper arms, her wrists, her thighs, and her ankles. She felt almost weightless as she was lifted from the ground, so perfectly was her weight distributed among the grippers.

“Removing intermediate packaging,” the automated voice said.

“Intermediate packaging?” she murmured.

A gripper found its way to the zipper on the front of her company issued jumpsuit, lowering it all the way.

“Oh… Oh my…” she whispered, blushing as a delicate dance of grippers started peeling off her outfit.

She was rotated and shifted, turned over and dangled, all while her clothes were carefully slid from her body and folded in a specially marked section of the packing chamber. She trembled lightly as she felt the cool air of the factory against her nude skin, already wondering if maybe she should have spent more time reading the manual before trying this.

“Calculating minimum volume configuration,” the machine said.

Another sweep of green laser. This time rotating her twice and sweeping from the side and the top as well. Then, the moment she was waiting for. The grippers started to “fold” her. She was bent at the waist, gentle pressure bowing her until the familiar tension of inflexible joints and muscles started to slow her down. It had just started to get the tiniest bit uncomfortable when the machine stopped.

“Low flexibility product detected,” the voice said.

“Don’t rub it in,” she muttered.

“Initiating limbering countermeasures.”

More doors popped open. Two new devices she’d not seen since she started working here descended. The first was a pair of blowers. They looked a lot like hair dryers. They positioned themselves on either side of her thighs and started blowing a soft, warm air current. It was uncomfortably hot, but applied so slowly and carefully it was more like a hot-towel massage than anything painful. The other devices looked like a combination of a set of jackhammers and a set of massagers. They started making rattling noises. Once they’d buzzed up to full speed, the machine pressed them firmly into the backs of her thighs.

“Oh… Oh that’s nice…” she huffed, shutting her eyes.

The vibration shook her to her core, jiggling her plump thighs and limbering up her tight muscles. She almost didn’t notice when the robotic arms started increasing the fold. Little pops and crackles rang out, the kinds of sounds her body made during its morning stretches. She started to feel her thighs pressing against her tummy. Her knees against her breasts. The heat and vibration switched to her back, and she felt her head slowly curving further down. Now she felt the plush warmth of her lower thighs against her ears, and when she finally opened her eyes, she was greeted by the sight of her own ass and vagina mere inches from her face.

“Whoa,” she muttered, feeling her own breath on her sex.

The grippers holding her legs started to spread them. The grippers holding her arms tugged them forward. Her legs swung back behind her arms. Her knees bent, pressing her ankles to the back of her head. Now her arms were gently curved around her own ass, as if cradling it. The massagers and blowers shifted around, now positioning themselves above her crotch.

“Whoa, now. I don’t need that to be limbered uUuUuUuOoOoHhMmMmMmYyGgOoDd.”

The vibrating heads went to work and suddenly her pussy was being treated to the most intense and targeted vibrator she’d ever experienced. She panted and whimpered as her arousal was cranked up to maximum and held there. The hammering massager kept pushing more firmly. Positioned directly in front of her as it was, she was treated to an up close and personal view of the lips of her pussy starting to spread and glide up along the curve of the massager until with a moist slurp, the massager’s head was able to pop through and she felt the vibration deep inside her loins.

It probably only lasted for a few seconds, but in that brief window of intensity she lost count of how many times the machine pushed her over the edge. And then, all at once, the machine decided its job was done. The arms retracted, popping free and allowing her sex to snap tight again. She was lowered to the ground, the arms retracted, and all was still. There she was, twisted into a pretzel. As contorted and flexed as she’d ever seen any stage contortionist or gymnast. More limber than she’d ever dreamed. And it didn’t even feel like she was struggling to maintain it. She wiggled her feet, now visible on either side of her face. This was the closest she’d ever seen them. Though she was quite attractive, she never really felt turned on by anything about her body… but she was kind of into feet. And seeing those cute little wrinkled soles and adorable little toes right in her face. She craned her neck and gave the sole of her foot a kiss, marveling at how effortlessly she was able to reach it. In fact… it sort of felt like it would take a little bit of effort to unfold herself. An experimental shift established that her knees were hooked behind her shoulders, holding her neatly in her curled state. It would take a fair amount of wriggling and shifting to get herself unstuck. But for now, she was more interested in what was looming in her vision like a breakfast in bed.

She’d never seen her sex and ass this close before either. Probably no one had seen their own privates this close. The way her legs were hiked back served to both emphasize the curve and spread her cheeks a bit. She had a very nice ass. It was still rosy with the application of the heat and vibration. She experimentally teased her fingers into her sex. Though she’d been limbered up, she was still quite tight. But as she shivered and slipped first two fingers, then three, then four into herself, she found her body quite willing to stretch to accept each new intrusion. A little twisting and a gentle gasp let her fist slide fully inside. After enjoying the sensation of flexing fingers, she popped her fist out and hooked her foot. She tugged it down and teased a toe against her anus. With a slow, slippery slide, she found she was just as limber back there. She gasped as her whole foot popped snugly into her ass.

For longer than she would have cared to admit, she experimented with her newfound flexibility, all without daring to try to uncurl herself lest she not be able to curl up again. Somehow she doubted that would be a problem. This flexibility felt like it was here to stay. But no sense risking it until she was ready to call it a night.

As it turned out, among her various precautions she’d taken, she probably should have made certain she could see a clock. Because it wasn’t until she heard Bob’s voice that she realized it was almost the end of her shift.

“Hmm. What’s with the drop cloth?” he muttered. “Must be doing some maintenance or something.”

She gasped but held her tongue. The last thing she wanted was to have to explain why she was naked and (she whiffed) smelling like sex in the business end of a packing machine. Maybe if she was lucky he’d leave and she’d be able to untwist herself and get dressed.

“No, the maintenance tag isn’t in. This is regular operation. I’d hate for her to get in trouble for leaving it on standby this whole time. I’ll just take it off standby.”

Her eyes widened as grippers once again descended and grabbed her twisted up form. After a gentle nudge here or there to tighten up her coil to its maximum, practically pressing her forehead against her slit, she saw the container selector slide over and position a transparent plastic drum beneath her. It was barely the size of a five gallon water jug, with an open top and a press on lid. Thanks to her vigorous activities of the last few hours, she was glistening with sweat, so as she was inverted and lowered into the snug container, her skin slid effortlessly against the smooth plastic. The thicker plastic of the rim dimpled her flesh as she was squeakily packed inside. The back of her head touched the bottom of the drum. Its cylindrical sides compacted her flesh just that little bit more. She filled practically every cubic inch of the drum, her flesh pressing flat against the glossy sides. And even so, her butt bulged up out of the thing like the top of a muffin. A large flat gripper grabbed the lid and she felt the cool plastic start to mash against her butt. Her cheeks spread, her body slid and squeaked against the container. She packed a fraction tighter, and…

*CLICK*

She was sealed inside. Her whole body neatly folded and packed into something that would easily fit in the overhead storage rack of an airplane. She struggled, and found she could slip and slide her bare skin about a bit on the plastic, repositioning herself ever so slightly. It caused those cute little feet to poke into her face, but she couldn’t get enough leverage to pop the lid again. Neither her legs nor her arms were in the right position to even try. They were tangled up.

“I guess since I’m here I’ll ship out her last package and close her out for the… what in the hell?!”

He paced around to the other side of the drop cloth and finally saw what had become of her. She must have been quite a sight, her nude body mashed up against the sides of a plastic drum like a container of raw chicken or something. She couldn’t really squish herself around to get a good look at him. Her butt was the part facing up. All she caught a glimpse of was his shoes. The container tipped and he hefted it off the floor, carrying it over to a table on the far side of the room.

“You hold tight. I’ll get you out of there.”

She released a muffled grunt, lacking the ability and the heart to tell him that ‘holding tight’ was about the only thing she COULD do right now.

Once she was on the table, her view through the container was limited to his waist. She heard him fight with the lid, then gasped a bit when he finally managed to dislodge it. The plastic lid flipped through the air and landed a short distance away. She felt the cool air on her sweat-slicked ass as it once again bulged out, the one part of her body not forced into the container.

“W-wow…” he murmured.

She felt warm hands on her butt. It wasn’t immediately clear if he was trying to tug her free or just cop a feel. But very quickly, two things did become clear. First, a pair of strong hands kneading her butt, even after its brief containment, felt very nice. And from the way his jumpsuit was now struggling to contain his erection, he agreed.

He sunk his fingers into her cheeks, then spread them slightly. She squirmed, wriggling her toes against her cheek.

“Uh,” he said quietly. “Can you talk?”

She attempted to answer, but mostly just made a bunch of muffled squeaking.

“How one wink for no, two winks for yes.” He said.

She waited for him to lower his face down to get a look at hers, but then she realized he wasn’t talking about winking her eye. She paused for a moment then flexed her butt once. Bob practically growled as he took full advantage of the green light. He leaned down and plunged his face between her cheeks, licking at both her anus and sex with his broad, eager tongue. She couldn’t help but twitch and quiver at the attention she was getting, helpless to do anything but enjoy being made a toy to his whims. As her heart started to race, she finally gave into the urge that had been smoldering since she was packed tight. She managed to spread her lips and, with a moist pop, sucked her toes into her mouth to suckle on them. Cute little feet like that shouldn’t go to waste.

Once he was satisfied she was sufficiently warmed up–little did he know just how much time she’d spent warming herself up–, he tipped the drum on its side and rolled it so her squished up face was gazing at the ceiling. His face appeared in her vision as he leaned forward and pulled the zipper of his jumpsuit. She worked her tongue between her toes and watched in anticipation. A little more shifting and tugging revealed his dick. As she felt him positioning himself, felt the weight of his dick slap against her. He was incredibly well hung. She doubted she could have taken a dick like that in the past. But now that she’d been ‘limbered’ by the device, he was able to slide himself hilt-deep. And he didn’t chose her sex. He slid into her ass. She was so tightly packed into the drum, she could actually feel it become slightly tighter as his dick squeezed into her, taking up precious room. She squeaked and squealed with pleasure, sucking on her own feet as he put her to use with the same vigor as the lucky recipient of that sex doll probably would once it arrived. As her pleasure ticked up, so did her temperature. The plastic drum fogged a bit, and became even slicker with her sweat. This permitted just a bit more freedom of movement, letting her slide her feet a little deeper down her limbered up throat while she was rotating and squishing about with every thrust.

This time she kept track of how many times she climaxed while he was having his fun. Six. Six times. And he came twice. If his body was willing, he probably would have gone for a few more, but he was utterly spent. As if the sexual grattification had brought clarity, he finally spoke.

“That was… wow,” he breathed. “I never knew you were so kinky. Or so flexible.”

She couldn’t help but beam with pride. Evidently a lifetime of envying other girls for their limberness had been wisely spent.

“Your, uh… your clothes aren’t anywhere to be seen. I think the machine might have packed them up and put them in storage. Or just threw them out. I, uh… I think I have an idea.”

She saw him pace away, then return. Her container was once again shifted to sit flat on the table, her ass straight up in the air. Then, with a slippery bit of pressure, she was once again sealed into the drum, her butt pressing hard against the lid as he slapped it firmly in place. He threw a cardboard box on the table beside her and lifted her up.

“I’m just going to throw you in my trunk and bring you home. We’ll figure this whole thing out. Eventually…”