Ready for the Shelves

A new job, a fresh start. Well... fresh may not of been the first thought on the Coyotes mind, factorys were hardly the cleanest buildings around. The dust that had built up around the machinery could be thousands of years old for all he knew. Recently, after some unfortunte events involving a silver panther, Jim's boardgame/transformation buisness had took the plunge into some heavy levels of debt. Strangely enough, while most would have given up ever starting a buissness again, he was determined to build his way right back to the top from ground zero.

"So, any questions?" the manaiger asked, the kowala's ear's perking up to the sound of someone dropping something heavy nearby, grumbeld softly knowing he'd proably have to sort out anouther dumb workers mistake sometime soon.

Jim nodded, coughing slighty from the air. "Seems like a straight foward job to me, no questions at all... sir?" - "Please, don't use formaltys in a godamn factorys, seriously. No one cares. Anyway, If you need me, i'll be over in - "Your office..?" Jim cut in, it was a bad habbit of him to finish sentences before they were finished "Uh.. yeah.." the kowala looked unamused as he walked off.

Jim took a momment in, admirying the the rythem and technical genious of the sewing machine. Dispite looking older then his great grandmother the thing was clearly a work of passion and dedication, drawing from bundles upond bundels of loose wool it stretched and teared and twisted them at unpreidented speeds, forming the perfect threads they were then seperated into diffrent spots of the machine to be coloured through a ever flowing waterfull of diffrent colour then span round a plastic wheel, and left to dry in a heater.  The dried ones were flicked off by the machine by a swating bat straight  into the correctly colour cordinated containers. When full, these would be loaded into trucks and drove off to stores.

'Ok... enough gawking Jim, lets get to work already' Jim told himself, moving away from the machine and into the testing area like he had been directed, a rather ironicly choosen sheepy team-leader, stood by the much smaler experimental machine, made of what looked like polished reflective steel. Unlike the machine curently in use, this one's workings seemed to be hidden inside it's barrel shaped shell. "Oh there you are, before we begin, did you sighn all the documents and what not?" Jim nodded, not really paying much attention.

As a Coyote fasinated by logic he found himself wondering just how it worked inside "Ah good, I really don't like dealing with complainers, espcialy when it costs money" he groaned - "As you know, this is the future for rental clothing, turnning toon's as yourself into threads so you can be properly sewn into quality goods, with this baby the amount of jobless i'd say would go down by loads!"
Jim couldent help but feel a little groutchy, he just wanted to do his job, get some money, and go home when who ever decided to wear him was done with him. He didnt much care for what kind of revolution this was going to make, but he did wonder how it worked. Without any more talking he walked to the side of the machine to find it's opening with the push of a simple button, he walked inside its dark hollow chamber and stood in the center, raising arms in the air as he had been directed.

A loud warning alarm triggerd as red lights filled the room, then with a the winding of gears two mechanical arms shot out from either side of the room and grabbed him by the feet and the arms, lifting him up from the air facing towards the floor. "Here we go!" he said outloud, figuring he may as well enjoy the ride.

One arms began to rotate quickly and fast, one going clockwise the other anti-clockwise, spinning his body round and round itself, causing it to curl in the center he could feel his soft underbelly becoming more regid and tighter by the second before... *ZZZIP* it with a burst of speed it acclerated to a much faster degree, wounding him up and stretching as it went his body enlongated beccoming thinner and thinner, when it reached the ends of the chamber a second pair of arms grabed what ever was near the middle and repeated the same motion over and over in seemeless beuaty. Jim had never felt so stretched before in his entire waking life, it was a indecriable feeling, bundles and bundles of himself collapsing on his own body, feeling sensations from places so convulded it was impossable to keep track.

The arms finaly stopped winding him up and departed, shortly after scoopers of somekind gatherd all his strands together in one great big bundle, before being fed through a spinning devise of somekind, in just a few seconds, his body was wounded up round a cotton wheel and ejected out on the left hand side of the machine, his face completly bewildded by the experience.

"Alrighht looks like it went well" The sheap said, picking the wheel of Coyote up in his hoofs she casualy threw him into a pack of other living cotton wheels like himself,  soon the truck honked its horn and set off to transported him and the others to the next factory, ready to be worked on by thier magic into some amazing tempoary rentable clothes.

After a long amount of hours, Jim found himself being made into a simple yet adorable shirt for a curiously silver panther. His heart skipped a beat.