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"Hey man, you're here about being my roomie, right? I'm Rick, come on up and I'll show you around!"

You've been struggling to find an apartment, so when you saw the posting for renting a few rooms from this place for 2/3rds the price of anyone else in the area, you got over here as fast as you could. The ad hadn't mentioned any reason for the low price, so you'd assumed there's be some kind of catch. When you got here and saw the apartment was the second floor, above a messy-looking shop called "Draftmans's Emporium", you thought the catch must be that the owner was weird, but it hadn't prepared you for this guy. He's tall and skinny, with enough stubble to indicate he usually forgets to shave, but what really stands out is the sparkly bathrobe he is wearing. Or at least, you think it's a bathrobe. Maybe it's a cloak? Either way, it shimmers slightly as it hangs open around his body. Thankfully, he's also wearing a t-shirt and jeans under it, so you aren't just looking up the stairs at his junk. You shrug and follow him up the stairs, if the owner being a bit disheveled is all you have to put up with, you're coming out ahead.

Despite Rick's odd dress, he's actually quite nice, although even in your short tour of the apartment, you get the sense that he's really scatterbrained. You make a mental note to email him your contact info later if you decide to stay here, because you're pretty sure he's already forgotten your name. There's not much to look at on the tour, the place isn't that large and the room you'd be staying in is empty at the moment. You are pleased to see that Rick is messy, but he's not dirty, the place is thankfully kept quite clean. There are two rooms he hasn't shown you yet, though, and you ask about them.

"Oh uh, well, this one is just my bedroom". You look inside and see that most of the room is taken up by a massive, cushy-looking bed. Scattered across the bed are several large pillows and stuffed animals of various shapes and sizes. There's a nice wooden desk that looks like it gets a fair bit of use, too, but that's about it. "And this one over here is, well, it's my workshop." You can hear a hint of nervous reluctance when he talks about the workshop. Is this the secret that's keeping the place so cheap? You ask him what it is he makes in there and he hems and haws for a moment in response, which makes you more nervous. You gently insist on seeing the room, so Rick gives in and opens the door. The room looks like a makeshift laboratory. There are several tables covered with what look like chemistry equipment, along with plants and weird minerals you mostly don't recognize, and for a moment you assume Rick is running some kind of drug lab. Rick senses your hesitation and rushes to explain. "Alright, I guess if you're gonna live here, it's only fair you should know about me before you move in. You saw the magic shop downstairs, right? Cool, well, I run that place, and I make the good stuff myself! I'm the Draftman! I mean, my name isn't really Draftman, but that's what they call me, 'cause I mostly make potions..." Rick trails off, sheepishly realizing he's rambling. "Err, speaking more directly, I'm a wizard, a real deal one. I sell all kinds of things, but mostly I make transformation potions for people. I just love helping people become the things they most want to be! Here, before you dismiss me as crazy, I'll prove it."

Rick goes to one of the desks and shuffles through a few pieces of glassware, then picks out a container of black liquid. He opens it and pours a little bit on himself, and it quickly dissolves into his skin. "Oh wait, uh, I can't be wearing clothes for this bit...sorry about this!" He ducks behind the desk so you can only see his upper half, then removes all his clothing. "I don't transform myself that often, funnily enough it's not really my thing, so I totally forgot about the no-clothes rule. It's real bad to have clothing on when you use my potions, it tends to get destroyed, plus, you might contameow. meow." At this point, you're barely listening to Rick, because as you watch he's shrinking into a small black cat. It's so sudden and impossible that you don't really process it at first, but after a few seconds of shock, you walk closer to inspect cat Rick. You wave your arms around the cat, and even poke it several times, trying to find some kind of trick, but everything holds up to examination. As hard to believe as it seems, the most likely explanation you can come up with is that Rick actually used a magic potion on himself. For his part, Rick-cat sits still and lets you examine him for a minute or two (with a little bit of cat-like irritation at the poking) before he jumps up onto the desk and pours another potion on himself. He starts to grow back into a human. A fully naked human. You spin around before you see anything revealing and wait until he's changed back and dressed. You've seen enough to be fully convinced, anyway.

"See, I told you!" You turn back around to Rick's grinning face, and tons of questions run through your mind. Do other people do magic? What else can Rick do? Can YOU try the magic? Rick sees the emotions running across your face and puts a hand on your shoulder. "Tell you what, how about as a free gift just for not freaking out and running, you go downstairs to the shop and pick out whatever thing you like while I tidy up a few things in here. Like a housewarming gift, yah?" Your enthusiasm dims a bit, seeing Rick change is one thing, but doing it to yourself? Rick waves off your anxiety. "Oh, don't worry about it, man, there's nothing down there I can't reverse with a bit of effort." The thought of using real magic on yourself wins you over, and you practically run down the stairs and into the shop.

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The shop looks disappointingly normal for a magic shop. In fact, you're pretty sure most of the stuff on sale is typical odds-and-ends pawn shop stuff, although there is a large section labeled "Reagents" filled with more weird materials that don't look like anything you've seen in a drugstore before. The place is very cluttered, but you spy a section in the back that looks like it holds a bunch of potions like the one Rick used on himself upstairs. You walk back there and see a stack of boxes with labels of varying quality, some of them are professionally printed, but a few are handwritten on paper by Rick and scotch-taped onto a cardboard box. You shuffle through them, having a bit of choice anxiety, there's such a huge variety to choose from! There's lots of animals, sure, but there's a bunch of humans, objects, even a plant. You spot one labeled "sexy werewolf" with a photo of two admittedly attractive wolf-people on it. Seeing the label sparks a thought in your head; assuming this isn't the most extensive prank of all time, you could BE that wolf-person right now. The idea awakens something in you, and you feel an unfortunate boner start to rise up in your pants. You shake your head, if you sit here fantasizing all day you're never going to pick one, but this one is too much for you. You'd really like to avoid walking around as a naked wolfman with a boner in front of Rick.

Glancing over at the pile again, you see a label marked "Bear" sticking out. Bears are cool, right? They're fierce and powerful and you probably won't embarrass yourself in the process of being one. Besides, if you decide to live here you'll probably get plenty of chances to try this stuff out, so does it even matter that much which one you try now? You pull out the box and the taped-on label flutters off. Whatever, you'll pick that up later.

You open the box and see a simple brown potion and a set of instructions. The instructions are a single sheet of paper, all they really say is to pour the potion on your skin. Taking a quick glance to make sure Rick hasn't wandered into the room with you, you open the bottle, roll up your sleeve, and pour it onto your arm. Like with the cat potion, it absorbs into you in seconds. You spot a mirror nearby and wait in front of it to watch your change. You're just starting to wonder if you were being pranked after all when you feel a weird sensation in your gut that spreads through your whole body. You feel parts of your body start to move around, but you know you're forgetting something...your clothes! Rick said to take them off! Unlike Rick, you don't have any spare clothing around if this set gets destroyed by the change. As fast as you can, you yank off your shoes, socks, shirt and pants. You reach down to your underwear, but the pair you're wearing today is a bit tight, and your body seems to be puffing out slightly, so you can't quite get them off before the feeling in your gut hits again. It's not quite a painful sensation, but it's definitely uncomfortable, and you double over. Whatever, you can go home commando, you don't have time to be distracted from the change. Through the feeling of your insides moving around, you feel your nascent boner grow some more, pressing against your tight underwear, and you start to hope that you DO burst out of it soon just to get more comfortable.

As you're bent over, you see a piece of paper on the floor next to you with "Teddy Bear" written on it. Even though the change running through you, something about this paper seems familiar. Wait, that's the label that fell off the box you chose. You didn't pick a bear potion, you picked a Teddy Bear potion! You don't have enough time to consider the ramifications of your mistake before the strange feeling washes over you completely and you fall back onto your butt. As you land on the ground, the feeling finally stops, and you try to get yourself back up. Your legs won't respond, though, and when you look down to see why you see that your hunch about the teddy bear potion was right.

Your legs are splayed out in front of you, but they don't look anything like your legs, or really like any legs. They've fattened out into fat cylinders, and when you reach down to touch them, you find that they're filled with stuffing. You press down harder and your hand sinks deep in, There aren't any bones or structure inside, they're stuffing all the way through. You look down to where your feet should be, but you don't have any now, your legs simply end in a flat, circular surface. You try to get your legs to move, but although you can still feel them, they refuse to respond to your commands, and stay splayed out directly in front of you. You look in the mirror and see the changes are still going, sweeping up your body. It reaches your underwear, and you expect to see yourself shrink out of them, but instead you watch them get covered with the fake fur, merging into your body until you can't see them at all anymore. The change continues up onto your torso, making you lose definition and barreling you out into a cute, chubby shape. You try to swing your arms to rock yourself upright but when you put them in front of you, they lock in place, forcing you into the stereotypical teddy bear hugging pose. They puff out, soon they're fat cylinders just like your legs. In fact, your arms and legs are filled with enough stuffing that even held straight in front of you, they almost touch each other. With nothing left unchanged but your head, you're forced to watch in the mirror as your worried expression stitches over into a tiny cute smile and your head puffs out to be the width of your shoulders. Your eyes glass over, although thankfully you can still see out of them, and your human ears vanish as two simple, rounded ears grow from the top of your head. The fur creeps up over the last of your hair before finally stopping. Your changes complete, you try to jump up, or shout out to Rick, but you just sit there on the ground in a pile of costumes, smiling serenely at yourself in the mirror.

"Hey, man, you coming back?" After a few minutes of internal panic, the sound of the wizard sticking his head in the door calms you down a bit. He can fix this, he said he could undo any of the changes from here. "Now where did he get to...man, this place is a mess. I really have to reorganize it." You desperately try to signal to Rick that you're sitting right there in front of him, but he doesn't notice you. Rick glances around the aisles a bit, but he gives up on his search really quickly, either not seeing you or not noticing how unusual it is that a large teddy bear is sitting against one of his shelves. "Come on, I'm right here!" you try to shout, but Rick just sighs. "Damn...I guess I scared him off by talking about magic. That's the third potential roommate in a row I've spooked. I really thought this guy was okay with the whole thing...ahhh well, maybe it's just as well. I've gotta get packed and going quick if I want to catch the boat to that wizard's cruise." You're furious that Rick is just going to leave you here, a victim of his own lazy labeling, but over the next half-hour the anger fades into a sense of powerlessness as you watch him pack up his stuff and head out the door, leaving you in silence. Panic only lasts so long, after a while you're left sitting there bored. You can still see yourself in the mirror. You do have to admit that even though you're a relatively plain teddy bear, you're pretty cute. You take stock of your body again and you notice something odd: it still feels like you're wearing underwear, only beneath your fur somehow. You can see yourself clearly in the mirror, though, and there's definitely nothing there. You try not to focus on it, it's hardly the biggest problem you've got right now, anyway. Eventually, you get "tired", or something like it. You can't actually close your eyes, but they start to unfocus in some way, and you start to lose consciousness. Your last thought before slipping into sleep is hoping that in the morning you'll somehow find a way out of this.

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The first shafts of light hit your face, waking you up, although your morning brain is a little confused as to why your eyes are already open. You stretch your arms above your head, but you don't get that satisfying stretching feeling. Actually, it doesn't feel like you're stretching anything at all, although you do feel oddly comfortable all over. The memories of last night come back to you in a rush, and you realize you're moving! You quickly focus your vision and look around, seeing that you're sitting in the same place you got turned into a bear last night. You shoot up to your feet, ecstatic that you're not stuck as a plush anymore, but something goes wrong, and you overbalance forward and fall over onto your face. Expecting a heavy impact, you scrunch your eyes shut...or you try to, but you find you can't actually close them. The impact as you hit the ground isn't the expected thud, either, it's more of a light poof. Fearing the worst, you shove yourself back up to a sitting position and look into the mirror.

The bad news is, you're still the same teddy bear you were last night. You get back up, much more carefully this time, and note how hard it is to stand on two legs with no feet and barely any weight to help keep you balanced. You start examining your body, slowly checking yourself out. Now that you can stand up, you can see you're pretty large for a teddy bear. You'd guess you're about 3 feet tall, counting your ears. Speaking of which, you wonder...you concentrate for a moment and find you can wiggle them slightly. Carefully turning yourself around, you see you have a tiny nub of a tail behind you, sticking only a couple of inches out from your body. You try moving your tail and find you can waggle that, too. Well, great, that'll be useful if you need to look cuter for some reason. Checking out all four limbs, you find that you can move each of them pretty freely, but you can only bend them a tiny bit before they snap back out straight. You think you're a little overstuffed, although that's just a guess, since you've never been stuffed at all before. Stepping forward (and falling over again in the process) you look at your face and try to get your expression to change, but no luck there, all that stares back at you is a tiny grin and a blank-eyed stare. You try to speak, but you're not surprised when you can't produce the tiniest of noises. You don't even have a mouth, so you didn't really expect that one to work.

You look around to try and plan your next step. Your first thought is to try and get help, but the store display windows that look towards the street are all shuttered, and nobody is going to notice you in any of the other windows. Phone calls are out, even if you could get to a phone, you can't speak. Okay, second plan: try to escape. You start walking over to the front door, but on your first step, you collapse to the side. Your head is enormous compared to the rest of your body, and even as light as you are you find yourself inconveniently top heavy. After a few tries, you find a way to walk that involves putting your legs straight out to your side and quickly swinging them around and forward, which lets you move slowly but safely, although it looks ridiculous when you catch yourself doing it in the mirror. Even with your newfound mastery of silly walking, it takes you a couple minutes to get across the room, which would normally only have taken a few seconds, but the fact you're making progress at all is enough to keep your spirits up for the moment. Your high spirits last until you get to the door and look at the front doorknob. If you stretch, you can juuust tap it with the end of your hands... arms... paws? ...whatever you have, now, but of course there's no way to grab it without hands. You try to push a chair over to stand on but the chair weighs several times what you do, so when you try to push it you just compress yourself into it. You look over to the stairs heading to the second floor, you're pretty sure you could climb them, given time, but the thought of falling back down repeatedly is discouraging, and you know the door up there won't be any easier to open. It looks like escape isn't in the cards, for the moment.

Without an escape plan to focus on, you start to realize another problem that you'd been ignoring until this point. You'd looked at what parts of you could move, earlier, but with your focus on learning how to get around and trying to get out, you'd been ignoring how you FELT. Now that you're left with nothing else to focus on, there's two things that start to bug you.

First, you feel extremely comfortable. That might not seem like a problem at first glance, which had made it easy to ignore, but it feels like you're wrapped up tight in several thick blankets, except the blankets are ALSO you. It makes everything you do feel exhausting, you're pretty tired even from the walk over here, even though you're pretty sure you don't have any organs or muscles to FEEL tired, and you collapse back into what seems to be your natural sitting pose. You also keep having trouble focusing, even now you find yourself starting to zone out. You can't sweat or anything, but the combination of being covered with fur and filled with stuffing makes you feel like you're wearing too many layers. You wonder if your earlier thought about being overstuffed might have been accurate, although the idea of taking some of your stuffing out to fix the problem is disturbing enough that you stop following that line of thinking any further.

The second thing you've been ignoring is much more urgent, and you've been actively ignoring it, but you can't avoid it any longer. You can still feel the boner you had when you used the potion. Now that you don't have anything else to occupy your thoughts, it's becoming a lot more noticeable, and the feeling is slowly growing. It now feels like you've got a raging hard-on trapped under extremely tight underpants. A thought occurs to you, surely, there's no way you still had...?

You look down at your crotch, or at least the part of your torso where your crotch would be. You're a little rotund, so you can't see straight down, but when you shove some of your stuffing back to take a look, you're pretty sure you don't have anything down there. It still feels like you do, so you reach down to feel around to make sure. You don't feel any trace of your underwear or genitals, but as soon as you touch the place your dick should be, you feel a wave of arousal spread over you. It's like you're stroking yourself off, only the feeling is distributed all over your lower body. Without thinking, you push the flat end of your teddy bear arm into your crotch and rub yourself. You're instantly overwhelmed by the feeling, as it grows out further and spreads over your whole body. Your arousal builds, pushing you to rub faster and faster.

You move your other arm down to help out, but it's too thick and you lack the dexterity to fit both your arms between your legs. You need more stimulation! Your other arm wanders over to your backside and probes around where your ass should be. Nothing! You fidget in frustration. Pulling your arm back, you accidentally brush against your tiny stub of a tail, and the feeling you get from doing so is even better than grinding on your crotch. It's not just arousing, it feels warm and inviting, like being hugged and comforted and jacking off at the same time, and soon you try to move your arm away from your groin to try and double up on rubbing your tail. You run into the same problem you had before: your arms are simply too fat and padded to both get at such a small area. Your lust builds, you're so close, you're sure you just need a little bit more. Forgetting all decency and plans of escape in the face of the need building inside, you leave one arm playing with your tail while you start roaming your other arm over your body, trying to find more erogenous zones to toy with. Desperately rubbing all over your torso and arms does nothing, and you move to your face, but mashing your hand into your nose and eyes does nothing but obscure your vision for a moment. You manage to force a thought through your increasingly fogged-up brain: if your bear tail worked, what about your bear ears? You reach up and start scratching the top of your head, moving around your cute rounded bear ears. Your hunch is right, the ears are just as good as the tail, maybe better, and you sit there rubbing your tail and petting your head, totally lost in ecstasy. If you could talk, you'd be screaming now, but if anybody walked in, all they'd hear is the quiet noise of fabric against fabric.

Both your arms occupied, you see a nearby table leg, and realize you could still be stimulating yourself more by rubbing your crotch against it. You stand up, but with your frantic petting, you're totally off-balance, and you immediately fall over, swinging your arms out and stopping you from rubbing yourself. Now that you've started, the loss of that amazing feeling is palpable, and the need inside you goes from a trickle to a river. As quickly as you can, you prop yourself back up to a sitting position and get back to rubbing your tail and ears. The relief you feel is short-lived, and you're soon back to wanting more, as you start shoving your head up into your hand and wiggling your ass to try and get as much of the feeling as possible. A small part of your brain that hasn't been overwhelmed is humiliated by your strange butt-wiggling, head-shaking dance you're doing, but the feeling of being out of control only makes you hornier. You're still determined to get your crotch involved, but this time you stay sitting down. You carefully scooch yourself closer to to the table leg and start grinding your groin against it. Finally, all three of your new erogenous zones are occupied. You've never felt anything this good before, and you can feel your imaginary dick straining for release, but it still feels pinned against your body somehow. You're sure you're getting close. A tiny part of your brain that's still thinking rationally thinks you should have crossed the line and orgasmed a long time ago, but you can't stop to listen. You feel yourself coming closer and closer to that edge, you don't even know where you're headed but you can't stop, then suddenly you freeze. Your arms stick out in front of you and lock in place, back in that classic teddy bear pose, and you can't move again, just like last night. You scream inside your head, teetering on the edge of cumming, you don't even think you CAN come but you know you were so close, just a tiny bit more and you'd have it, but there's no bargaining with your own body, and you remain stuck in place, unable even to whimper in desire. You feel that feeling of comfort, of being zoned out, come over you again, and you stay trapped in that moment of almost climax for hours, days for all you know. Time loses it's meaning and your mind is reduced to desperate pleading when you can string together thoughts at all. Your moments of clarity become less and less frequent as you lose yourself in a haze, and you eventually zone out entirely into a blissful psudo-sleep.

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It's dark outside when you're woken up by the sound of the door to the shop opening and closing. You're not sure how many days have passed with you locked in bliss, you think it was just one...right? You hear footsteps walking up to you, then Rick's voice comes from behind you. "Well well well, there you are. I guess I was wrong, you didn't leave after all. Sorry for leaving you here all alone, I would have taken you with me if I realized you wanted to spend this much time transformed." You realize you can move again, and you get up and spin around to face the wizard. "I hadn't pegged you for a teddy bear guy...would have figured you'd go for more of a power fantasy, but I guess you can't read a book by it's cover, eh? Or is that judge a book...whatever, either way, solid choice, man. I'm a big fan of teddy bears myself." You shake your head no, you wanted to try out being a huge grizzly bear, he should label his boxes better! "Hold on, you're giving me neck cramps from starin' down there" he reaches down and grabs your arm, lifting you up. The feeling of dangling from his arm is uncomfortable, and you squirm around until he places you on the table next to him. You're plopped down on your fuzzy butt and see that you're a lot closer to his head height now. You stand up and start gesturing angrily at yourself, forming an X with your arms to try and communicate that you didn't want this.

"Oh, so you weren't looking to be small, cute, and fuzzy, huh?" You nod. "That's a real bummer. Well, I suppose you want to be turned back then?" You nod your oversize head vigorously enough that you fall over again, which makes Rick laugh. "Well then, I can whip up that spell for you, but it'll take a bit. Lemme bring you upstairs to wait." He grabs you and puts you in the crook of his arm, and with both eagerness and dismay you notice that your crotch is pressing against his arm, re-igniting your buried lust. You push yourself against his arm before you realize what a bad idea that is. Holding yourself still now is one of the hardest tests of will you've ever gone through, but you manage to get upstairs without losing yourself any further. "Here you go, little buddy." the wizard says, placing you down on a table. "I'll have you fixed in a jiffy". He reaches down, and before you can stop him, he pats you behind the ears. Oh god, if it felt good to touch yourself there, having someone else do it was ten times better. The feelings you've been trying to hold in check immediately explode all over your head and you jump up and lean into his hand eagerly. "Whoa there, thought you didn't like being a little plush? You're giving off some mixed messages here, uh...hey, I just realized I never got your name. I guess I'll just have to name you myself, at least until you can talk again. How about...Grizz." Having your name changed so casually annoys you, and you certainly don't agree with the one he's picked for you! You cling to the annoyance to bring yourself back from the lust that his careless touch had sparked in you. You cross your arms and do your best to look irritated without having any facial expressions. "Alright, fair enough, I'll get to work. You just wait here, man." You nod and look around the room while the wizard walks to another room, distracting yourself with the change of scenery.

The change in perspective had confused you at first, but now you recognize the table you're on as the writing desk from Rick's bedroom. Sure enough, you see his large bed in front of you, stuffed animals haphazardly lying around it. You wonder for a second why he left you in his bedroom while he went to the lab. Did he do that carelessly, or is he thinking of you as a plush, placing you in his bedroom with the rest of his stuffed animals? A dark thought occurs to yo. Could all those animals on his bed be former humans like yourself? You scrutinize the plushies on the bed, but none of them so much as wiggle...nah, for all that Rick is forgetful, you're pretty sure he's not malicious enough to kidnap tons of people, and it's not like he picked out the potion for you. Plus, if those animals were alive, they would have chosen more comfortable positions to lie in. These ones look like they've just been tossed randomly onto the bed. You guess Rick just likes stuffed animals, unfortunately for you. Having settled that particular fear, you find yourself without much else to occupy your thoughts. The memory of Rick's hand brushing across your head flits across your mind and you have to stop your hands from reaching down to your tail again. To control yourself, you put your arms underneath you and sit down on them, surprisingly yourself when they compress down flat. You sit there for what feels like ages, occasionally trembling with the urge to finish what Rick had unknowingly started. What was taking him so long? Just when you were starting to zone out again, he finally returned, holding a cup full of clear, shining liquid.

"Well, here's the spell. Now, you gotta listen close to how it works, cause it's not a counterspell. I don't think there IS a counterspell for that potion at this point, once you've been in that form for a bit, it starts to bind to you, and that's sped up by feeling, uh...intense emotions, if you know what I'm talkin' about." He gives you a sly look, and you understand that he knew what you'd been up to while he'd been gone. You duck your head slightly in shame. "But what I CAN do is this: once I pour it on you, it'll harness the remaining power of the transformation spell, and let you make the change of your choice, so all you gotta do is think about your old self and you should pop right back into shape, okay little guy?" You nod and jump to your feet, well, you jump up to your legs, anyway, and you reach up for the cup. "Okay, okay, I'll give you the potion, don't get your cute little patootie all bent out of shape about it." as he says this, he quickly reaches down and playfully wiggles your tail before you have a chance to dart away. The lust you'd barely been holding at bay takes over, and you shove your butt out, shaking it back and forth to scratch it against his hand. "Awww, I knew my little cuddle-bear liked being a plush." He put the cup down on the table to free up his other hand, reaching down to pet your head. It feels so much better than you could have imagined. You feel loved, and needy, and you're so comfortable and warm and you're so, so horny. The lust that took you hours to build up to on your own washes over you in an instant and you feel your mind start to fog up again.

No! You had to focus! Shaking off his hands, you dash over to the magical potion, knocking the cup over on yourself. The need inside you doesn't stop building. You need to concentrate, you need...you need to cum, so bad! God, if you only had a penis, that's all you want, just a dick, any dick! You feel a strange force flow through you. Wait, no! You want to be human! You focus on your human shape, but it's too late, you already feel the change starting. The force gathers in your groin and you look down in dread as you see a bulge starting to form. It starts extending out of you, forming a very simple, almost cartoonish-looking penis, practically just a rod with a rounded edge. You feel two small balls forming underneath, stitched tightly to your crotch, and once they form your new stuffed dick goes fully erect, standing an unimpressive 3 inches out in front of you, although on your small, light body it's large enough to pull your forward slightly. No! You didn't just give up your chance to be normal again for a stuffed dick, you can't have done it! You try and ignore it, try to force yourself into a human, but you can't focus for long with your brand new dick in front of you. You reach down and start sliding your flat plush hand against your dick, bucking back and forth until you lose your balance and fall backwards.

"Well now, I thought you might like being a plush too much to leave! That's why I took a moment to prepare this little number." Rick takes a small loop of red ribbon out from his pocket, which he ties around your neck. He secures it in place by quickly stitching it on with a needle, which thankfully doesn't hurt at all. You look down and see that a small metal nameplate now hangs down from your neck, you flip it up towards you and see that it reads "Grizz" on the front and "I love being petted!" on the back. You know that it's not really that heavy, but against your featherweight frame you can feel it weighing you down, it's jingling throwing you slightly off balance when you walk. You're sure the ribbon pushes you over the edge from "cute" to "adorable", too, and you can't stand to think about being cute right now. You paw at the ribbon to try and get it off but you have no way of breaking even the tiny threads that hold it on. You're starting to realize what a terrible mistake you've made. You look at Rick and gesture to the slipped cup. "You want more? Sorry little guy, I could easily make more, but the potion worked by using up the left over energies from the original transformation. It only works once. If you wanted to make another change, you should have done it the first time." You slump down, defeated. You can't be stuck like this, trapped as a plaything, owned by someone else.

"Aww, don't worry about it! I don't even know what else you'd want to add. I think you're perfect just the way you are. A living stuffed animal that can cuddle people back!" He reaches down and grabs you into a tight hug, wrapping his arms around to pat your head too. The feeling of being squeezed this tight should be painful, but it brings you to new heights of arousal. Fuck it, if you're going to be stuck like this, at least you're going to finally climax. You manage to wiggle your arms out of his grip and down to your new penis and start jacking off the best you can. It feels amazing, but something's wrong. Rick puts you down on his bed and you really start going at it, but you don't feel any closer to getting off. In fact, you realize that even with your dick fully erect, it still feels like it's trapped and encased by the stuffing and fabric of your teddy bear dick. Rick looks down at you. "You know, you're a funny one. If I were you, I would have at least wished for, you know, a real set of genitals so I could get off, rather than just this fake stuffed set like you've got here. Guess you're a kinky fucker, huh? No judgment!" In alarm, you look down at your stuffed penis, and you can see Rick is right, there was nothing in your wish about having a WORKING dick! Your balls are more of a stitched pattern on your body than functional organs, and you don't even have a hole in your dick you could cum from. You desperately stoke up and down, but you know you're not going to get any closer to release, not now, not ever again. God, if you'd only taken off that damn underwear!

You look up at Rick, trying to put on a pleading face, but he's getting ready for bed rather than paying attention to you. "You don't mind if I sleep commando, do you? Ahh, even if you do mind, it's my bed, I'm sure you'll live with it." Unlike before, Rick isn't scared of you seeing him naked. It seems like he's already thinking of you as one of his stuffed animals rather than a human. He turns around to face you and the sight of his fully-functional dick towering above you seems like a taunt. In frustration you start pushing harder on your dick, even grabbing it and shaking it up and down in desperation, but you feel yourself start to lock up, and you end up frozen mid-stroke, hanging over a precipice of need, looking for all the world like some joke gift you'd give at a raunchy party. If you could just go a little further...! But you can't. Rick gets in bed and grabs you, hugging you close, the hugging feels so good, it's driving you mad. This is what you were designed for, to be cuddled, and a small part of your brain acknowledges that this is where you should be, hugged in someone's arms, dangling over this pit of desire and comfort. "Goodnight, my little teddy bear." You try to wiggle out of Rick's grasp, to hump him, to scream, but you're immobile for the rest of the night. When morning comes you can move again, and you're calmer, but you're still Grizz, and you never fully come down again.

You'll go on to be cuddled, pet, and hugged by all sorts of visitors to the shop, and eventually you'll come to love it, riding the ever-present waves of need but never cresting. But late at night, when left alone in a pile of Rick's other plushies, you'll still pet and stroke and fondle yourself, hoping that just this one time you'll finally make it to that release that never arrives.