uuuuhhh I've never written reader-insert direct-to-tumblr smut. I don't know how to go about content warnings. I suppose it's not very consensual, and a little drugging-adjacent? Also, this is a TF fic. I just realized I haven't outright stated that yet. The reader character likes it though. It's all cute happy times here. Dubiously consensual cute happy times. Ok? Ok.
You're getting help with your hormone injection from your trusted [friend/lover/ghost hands with sexual intent/other], but something seems off... Upon looking closer at what they were holding, it's very clearly not the needle you gave them, but instead a clunky plastic toy replica...?! You guess they must have realized you're more nervous about these injections than you let on, and they're joking around to try and calm you down. How sweet of them, if a bit silly! They make like they're going to jab you with it, and they really seem serious. Assuming simple dedication to the bit, you don't make any move to stop them.
!!
Hey, why'd that actually pinch a little?! Placebo effect, maybe? A cheap toy like that couldn't possibly have any kind of stabbing abilities... right...? You look down at the "injection" site, and... you can't really make out your thigh clearly, actually. You're feeling lightheaded all of a sudden... though it's weirdly not unpleasant.
Well, if your eyes won't work with you, your hands will. You move to prod the site, but your arm feels almost weightless, and way too much force sends it thumping uselessly against your lap. You've half a mind to ask your friend what's going on, but stringing words together sounds hard when you're this loopy, plus your throat feels like it's full of cotton. You stare dumbly up at them. They don't seem to be freaking out, so whatever's happening is probably fine. You trust them. They love you.
Through the haze, you notice your core strength seems to be dwindling. Quite fast, in fact. You lurch forward, powerless to right yourself, but warm hands thankfully grab your sides before you can complete your fall. They squeeze you a little (were you always this squishy?) (and has that always felt so good?) before lifting you up effortlessly. Reflexively, you try to lessen the load by wrapping your arms around them, but your limbs are absolutely set on being useless right now. You kind of just lightly smack them. You try to mutter an apology, but your lips feel numb, or maybe like they don't exist at all. Now that you've noticed that, you realize your hands and feet feel about the same. All muscle memory pertaining to them is gone, it's like they were never there.
By all accounts, you should be freaking out. 99% of your body weight has poofed away. Moving's getting harder to even think about by the second. You feel way smaller than you did five minutes ago, and like your nerves have been coated in a layer of soft fuzz. But somehow, your heart and mind aren't racing at all. You feel surprisingly comfortable. You feel like as long as those wonderfully warm hands keep holding you, you're safe.
Oh, you just noticed you've moved. You're being held up to the bathroom counter. There's a box in front of you, with the big needle from earlier inside it. You don't really care about it, you don't think? It's not as important as the hands under your arms. So warm. So comfy.
"Can you read that?"
Ugh... Well, if you're being asked, you guess you can try. Let's see... P... Plushie... HRT... Works Instantly!
There's some smaller text, but you really can't be bothered to read all that. Too much effort... Well, it's probably just warning labels, so it's fine. You try to tell your friend you're all done, but your mouth's still not moving. That doesn't stop you from making noise, though! You end up squeaking. Like a dog toy. You didn't know you could do that.
"Yeah, so basically—" you're lifted up higher. "You've seemed super stressed lately. Have you taken a break at all this week?"
You have not. Not caring to admit to this, you hold your squeaker and stare at the floor.
"That's what I thought. So! I— well, we, me and some of our other friends kinda conspired on this— thought you might benefit from a little push in the self-care direction. And since you're the type to get stressed about 'wasting your productivity juice'..." (They squeeze your tummy with those scare-quotes. It feels nice, a little tickly.) "... It only made sense to make it impossible for you to be productive."
You finally realize why they lifted you up. You look in the mirror like you probably should have several minutes ago, and...
Oh! You weren't really sure what you expected to be staring back at you, but it definitely wasn't a copy of your favorite plushie ever! That's you? You're that?! You're so cute! You squeak with unrestrained glee!
"Hehe, you like your new body, huh?"
Yes! You love it! You squeak as hard as you can!
"Good!" you're transferred to one hand, and the free one pats your head. "Your guilt-free impromptu vacation starts now! We'll cuddle with you, dress you up, take you places..."
Your friend keeps talking as you're carried out of the bathroom. You're too excited to remember to listen. You squeak.
drinking games but they're with babas spiked with laxatives, diuretics, and aphrodisiacs 🥺🥺 just trying so hard to pretend to be big kids. squirming as our diapers grow fuller and fuller, and whimpering as we get more and more worked up in our padding. but we're not allowed to stop until the grown-ups say so, and they're keeping a close eye on us to make sure we never run out of anything to drink.
meanwhile the grown-ups in question are playing on their own with real adult juice that we're too little to have 💖
There's a measurable scale of Touch-Starvation. If you get too far into it you actually turn into a plushie and appear where a pretty person of your preferred gender will find you and cuddle you. (And all the other things you do with plushies.)
Grab one of your plushies, whoever happens to be closest to you right now.
Pause any and all media you've got going on right now.
Pick out a good makeout song (my personal choice is No Witness, by LP) It must be a minimum of 2 minutes long.
Hold your plushie in your arms, close your eyes, and start the song.
Until the song ends, you are not allowed to open your eyes, and you must make out with your plushie the whole time. Don't just kiss her on the lips, lets your lips trail down over her, guide her mouth down over your neck for her to nibble at, have fun with it. Maybe moan or whimper a little.
Once the song ends, open your eyes and tell your plushie how amazing she was, and thank her for making out with you, then cuddle with her a bit as you resume what you were doing before.
Alternatively, if you're both a bit hot and bothered after that, you two could always move things to the bedroom...
Either way, you may now resume scrolling. You are immune to this post until sunrise tomorrow.
If you do not have a plushie available, are not in a place where you can do this comfortably, or cannot complete this task for any other reason (including discomfort with the idea itself), you are also immune until sunrise, an immunity which may be repeated as many times as necessary.
Since seeing @plushiesknowbest 's art/oc ive had a singular thought on my mind tonight.
Slumping into a giant plushie caregivers arms and being carried for a change then a nice long nap in their arms under the guise of "watching a movie" of course the plushie doesn't tell me that they've just been restarting the movie each time it ends. Little ones shouldn't have any concept of time when with their caretakers after all
A great rainy day can go one of two ways. Either you can stay inside, cuddled up closely listening to the rain patter against the window, lightning bringing the little into their cg's arms all the tighter. Warm blankets and tea as an old disney movie plays? (though I loathe to give them credit for anything they have made some good cartoons) it sounds like a wonderful day in. maybe even being put down for a nap with a story with the sky so dark and moody? it sounds like heaven.
The OTHER option is a padded cutie able to splash around and play in the rain as it pounds down. dancing and prancing and getting soaked to the bone (or I guess there could be a raincoat. I guess) with the rain coming down so heavy and the winds creating dramatic stirrings in their little heart.
This is adorable! If you dont want to give Disney any credit you can always go for Studio Ghibli! Ponyo is an amazing movie for littles on rainy days. I've had at least two littles curled up together and drifting off while watching it.
We just remembered this so let's see about getting it out there... The first bits of snowfall as winter begins, setting about getting together the makings for a nice fire in the fireplace and cozying up near it while Mommy reads so many nice stories to me, a bottle nearby in case I need to drink, perhaps we break and I go help her bake something or cook something in the kitchen! Of course I'm a little to small to actually cook, so she gives me simple little prep tasks I can do while she does the brunt... Just the company helps, and when we're all done with the prep I get to sneak a lil bite from the prep ingredients or a lick from the spoon/mixer! While they bake we go upstairs and get cozied up in our warmest PJs and relax as we take a look at the snowfall, and when the food/baking is done, we take it out and enjoy while watching Cartoons, the embers from our fire crackling and popping as they heat the room, snuggled up under the softest blankets we can find.
Alternatively a day out in the thick of winter with all the materials to build an igloo! We stop at various points for changes, a warmup with some hot cocoa, etc. When it's all built we cozy up inside after hanging up some battery-operated lights and blankets, staying warm even in the frigid cold of winter <3
I really like snow, mmkay? If I wasn't a kitty Imp I'd be a Snep.
old timey modest dollgirl that gets really flustered whenever you see her balljoints. even just catching her without her fancy gloves on results in her being super blushy
I've finally ended up creating The Council. All my plushies lovingly set out on half my bed to watch over the entirety of my room. The one and only exception is one of my eevee plushies that I sleep with every night.
Yes I am a 24 year old who sleeps with a plushie every night. If that bothers you wait till you see what I can do in my pants
Do you think vault tec ever ended up setting up their IT department in their own vault?
If they did i guarantee that the vault ended up split into two experiments. One half got subliminal stuff to make them puppygirls while the other half got subliminal stuff that made them babies.
all the securetrons or whatever are plushies for sure. the overseer is just the leader of the IT polycule.
@eris-azaezal would know if they did any mechsploitation of the puppygirls, and @pacifiedfamiliar would know if Patches had a hand in it.
genuinely divine how the best place to lay your head on most plushies is between their legs. it's so perfect to just press your face into that warm, squishy null, let their thighs and feet grip the sides of your head, and feel your energy slip away as you drift off into a lovely soft pillow. it's so nice to kiss, to nuzzle, to huff and suck on and worship and it feels so so so good for both of you when you commit to it. gosh. plushies are the best. thank them and kiss them everyday, okay? <3
Legends say if you rub your baby powder bottle you might find a Plushenie. This version of a Genie is actually a plushie and while they will grant your wish, they will add their own twist.
this twist usually leads to you being regressed or otherwise babied by said genie
Spent all of today wearing a large shirt and my undies and basically nothing else cause I've had a headache and I think its honestly a shame no one put me in diapers.
Diapers are the best for sick days.
Plushiedom who wears your spare change while on outings so you dont feel alone in diapers, but also to tease you about needing your plushies hand-me-downs
