Plushed
[Authors Note: This is a fictional story that involves stuffed animals, yiff, Transformation, and my deranged mind behind it all.] [Note 2.0, I have never molested, or in any other way hurt my, or anyone else's, stuffed animals. I do not support cruelty against lovable toys.] [Note 3.0, Usually.]
Plushed
A short by.
Tony D. Wolfe
Stuffed animals don't argue, it's a fact. When was the last time you hugged your favorite stuffed animal and it bitched? Has it ever whined about being hungry? Ever begged to get into bed with you, or asked to stay on its shelf that night? If it has then maybe there's something more too those cute, cuddly, and squeezable fellows. I personally think so. Maybe I even know so.
See a long time ago I had a huge collection of stuffed animals, they were my first bed partners. Not like that, your mind is dirty, or maybe mine is. Back then they were the best, curled up in a big pile of them, and blam, you were safe, warm, cozy even. I got rid of my toys though, my first stuffed animals, my friends. They all had names, goofy names sure, but names none the less. I missed them terribly, still do.
You see I grew up, and childish things were brushed aside by a child. Children strive to grow up too fast in our world. In this world, our children don't have to grow up for a long time, yet we force ourselves to adjust to the status que, that my be why I'm in my current predicament. If I just outright told you what happened to me without you knowing how, well you wouldn't believe me. You wont believe me anyway, but I have to tell someone, so sit back, relax and listen to my absurd tale. Try not to goo all over your keyboard, it jams the keys.
It was fifteen years since I last owned a stuffed animal. Dropped the last one off at a goodwill when I was ten. That makes me twenty-five. It broke my heart to let that one go, but I was more grown up now, even owned a gun. I saw it get set on the shelf with a price tag that was far too low in my eyes. Fifty cents for my well loved toy. It sat in there, alone for almost a full year before I saw it no more. I realize now that it was stupid to think some lucky kid inherited my toy, instead they probably threw it away, it wasn't in perfect shape after all.
That toy always stuck with me in my dreams, it was there to fight off my demons, even as I grew older. It was a wolf, dog, fox thingy. Small now that I think about it, hardly the giant toy that I so vividly remember. It happened one day when I got home from work, I was sitting on the net chatting with my furry friends. I was one of them too you know. I went to every Convention I could, every meet. I was just a fan boy in love with giant, moving anatomically correct stuffed animals.
The part that I loved most was the anatomical bit. Not females though, I was on the boys team, and I'm going to keep it that way. Besides the obvious sex appeal they had with me, I always loved hugging them. I didn't own a fur suit. Ears and a tail, but that was about it. I had big plans of making my long lost friend into a fur suit, well actually having it commissioned. Money was a problem of course, those things are a tad pricey.
Anyway, I was talking to my friends, and they mentioned plushies, stuffed animals, as play toys. I asked what they meant, and low and behold was I in for a shock. Pictures like I had never imagined. One particular website that made stuffed animal sex toys. Customize the species, the look, size, filling, you name it. They were pretty cheap too. I had a few hundred saved up, and I couldn't help buying one, I made it look like my old one, with a kick. Anthropomorphic Wolf Fox, with a eight inch dildo, and best of all it was my size. Two hundred dollars, well spent mind you.
It took a month and a half before it arrived, and in that time I had bought five or ten more stuffed animals, normal ones though. When it did arrive I called out of work that day, I needed to spend time with my new toy, bed mate, and friend. When you get to the bottom of it all, stuffed animals are our friends, this toy of mine was a friend with privileges though. Of course I really wasn't prepared for what was going to happen that day. Last week, whenever.
I carefully removed the packaging and found my old friend all grown up like me deep inside. He was soft as I remember, squeeze, snuggly, and in one place he was hard as a rock, ok it was a latex gel type dildo, so hard isn't the word we're looking for. I took no time in stripping nude and curling up in bed next to my friend, kissing, scratching, and dry humping against hi leg a little like I imagined he would be doing if he was me.
It was a great feeling to snuggle this close, to more or less the closet thing in the whole world to a fur, as far as I knew anyway. The soft pelt against my crotch was quickly making me rise to the occasion. I was quite my friends size, but I was decent enough seven, seven and a half, somewhere in there. I slowly rolled over on top of my friend, and frenched him, surprised enough to find the mouth was pretty well detailed had teeth and all, and it was open for giving head.
I reached between us and grabbed both of our cocks, and slowly began jerking us both off. No reason my friend shouldn't enjoy his first time. As things were though, I didn't buy him to masturbate. Have sex with him certainly, but I also needed a little practice giving head. And so I slid down from friends body grabbed his semi opposable arms and pushed them down on the back of my head while I slowly took his member into my mouth, it was so warm from our play earlier The latex had a nice fleshy feel too it in my mouth, and the gel was just stiff enough to make it feel real.
I wasn't very good at giving a blow job before I got him, and wasn't much better now that I was practicing. Things started to get easier though, and I imagined the feel of pressure on the back of my head where his limp paws laid. I felt like he was massaging the back of my head just slightly, but of course my imagination is pretty good. My mouth slid over his rod slowly, and slowly I began to get better, and better until I had his entire cock in my mouth, and down my throat. It almost felt like the rubber phallus was getting much, much hotter in my throat. Body heat of course.
This is where things started getting weird though, as I bobbed my head lustfully of his cock I felt it throbbing. I tried to pull my head back but found those softly massaging paws really were guiding my head, and they weren't letting me go yet. I felt the lower body of my fluffy friend begin to gyrate, helping himself to my mouth. I heard him breathing, and moaning ever so softly, and then it happened, he shoved his whole cock into my throat again, and something heavy started flowing into my stomach,. It was heavy and fluffy. For nearly thirty seconds this substance poured exclusively into my gut, and then the cock was being led out of my mouth and I got a taste of it. It wasn't cum, it was wet and all, but it was more like stuffing. Plushy stuffing.
"Man did that feel good," I head him speak as he helped my head off his cock. Slowly my friend sat up and rolled me over gently on the bed. I was full, very full, and my whole body felt more pliable, lighter, more comfortable. "I always knew I'd find you again. I know why you let me go dear, but now we're together again."
I was dumbstruck, a stuffed animal was talking to me. A sex doll stuffed animal at that. I wasn't concerned about that though, it dawned on me then in some crazy way that my old friend had grown up too. My old friend was something special alright, and he knew it when he pulled me into his lap effortlessly as he snuggled back against the wall a bit. He began slowly petting my face, staring me deep in my eyes, and I stared back, I couldn't help it. He began poking me gently, it tickled sure, but it felt so good when he poked me. He kept me held in his gaze for a few seconds more before returning my kiss. This time though he shared his tongue into my open mouth, my begging mouth really.
I moaned softly as he slowly leaned forward, pushing me back onto the bed, and searched my mouth with his velvety tongue. It wasn't long after that that he breathed hard into my mouth, and suddenly that wet stuffing that I had tasted before was back, filling my mouth full of the stuff. That's when I got my muzzle, he was using my mouth as a balloon kind. My face acted accordingly as it pushed out showing off it's new style. It was like his even furred, but mine was white, with black accents down the sides.
I knew what he was doing innately, and part of my screamed in horror, but I told it to shut up, this is what we had always wanted, and now we were getting it. The protest of my brain receded quickly, and then something magical happened. My friend pushed my legs wide apart and pressed his cock tip to my hole and pulled away from his sensual kiss looking down to me. The visiual conformation was enough for him and he pushed himself deep into my very tight hole. It hadn't gotten mush attention for a year or two, but this was better than I remembered it, it felt like my hole tail hole was made of soft velvet, tight enough to give him the pleasure he needed, and soft enough to bring hole new dimensions of pleasure to light.
I could feel his cock pumping in and out of me suddenly, and I moaned, I yelped, I murred. I made the sounds my furry characters do when they're getting what they quest for every night. I was enjoying the sensation immensely. My friend leaned down to kiss me again, but then grinned as he grabbed the back of my knees and began to lift them up, and then push them towards me, I'd never been known for having great flexibility, but when my knees pushed against my vulpine head, I knew I was more flexible than any creature with a bone structure.
Who needs bones when you have toy filling? Fuckable velvet holes, and a toy cock that feels like a real one. To both parties mind you, I got sensation from everything,, and then my friend grinned a bit and grabbed my head gently and guided my newly fake cock into my muzzle, and slowly began teaching me just how flexible a stuffed animal really was.
It was too much for my poor toy body to take and almost at once I orgasmed, but it wasn't a human thing I experienced. Think of every inch of your body having the same feeling as your cock during an orgasm, and you know how I feel when I cum.
My friend slowly slid my head off my cock during mid orgasm and let the damp stuffing spray me in the face. It wasn't dirty, or sticky, just damp stuffing. Easier to clean up the mess apparently. My friend wasn't done though, and at once rolled me over onto my stomach, pushed my legs up under me and began hammering again at my velvet lined hole. He hugged me around the waist, and I at once was horny all over again. I was amazed at how fast, and easy it was to get in the mood. Even more so when my friend began filling my insides with that damp stuffing of his, filling me up it felt like. My seems tightened, and my toyish features became very apparent as he pulled his still spitting member from my hole, slowly rolling over onto the bed beside me. I was still horny, but I could barely move. I felt so full, so comfortable, and perfectly in tune with everything.
"My old friend," my plushy said gently reaching a paw out to rub my head gently. "Stuffed up tight, and horny as a bitch in heat huh?" He grinned at me gently, slowly running his velvet tongue over my nose. "You should have never gotten rid of me, we could have grown up together you and me. I loved you, I still love you. That's why you're my favorite stuffed animal now. Me and my new friends will take real good care of you hun. I know you love me too though, and that's why you can still move some. Sure you can't move great, but at least you can manage. But just to make sure you don't get any ideas dear..."
He was right, I loved him, and I loved him more now that he had said it. And that's why I haven't tried to run away yet you see. That and his idea of keeping me from having ideas has kept me where I am. He was angry at me, is still angry at me. But he says that after a while I might become more like him. Either way for the time being he has something I desperately need back, because until I had them, I never knew a stuffed animal could have blue balls.
"We're going to keep your cock locked up, until we think you can handle having one again." He grinned down at me and reached right between my legs as he rolled me onto my back gently and began unscrewing the rubber penis from it's base in my stuffed body. A moment later he had it placed securely in a small metal lock box, and then set it up on one of my shelves. "You'll get it back one day hun, till then, get use to being a snuggle toy."
And it's been that way all week too. He teases me with my own cock from time to time. Uses it on himself all the time, I can't feel it though, so it just makes me jealous. I can move around better and better every day, but I can't stand for more than a minute or two at a time, plush isn't very sturdy. So as I was saying, Stuffed animals don't argue, they get even.