A bear named Phoebe goes to borrow something from her neighbor, and gets a little more than what she asked for…
(Doting kitty milf licks you all over for like a few thousand words. Thank you come again)
Also on gdocs as per usual for a better reading experience.
~3k words.
Bee lived in an apartment in the city. She was on her way to her neighbors’ for something – she was sure it was important – but the scene that soon greeted her was not what she expected, to say the least.
“Hey, Suzanne, do you mind if I borrow your-…”
Maybe she was acting on autopilot, but she’d opened the front door without knocking. Why was it unlocked anyway?
In the middle of the main room was Suzanne, the tiger in question. She was a big, pink kitty with flowing, curled blonde hair. Magenta stripes cut through her coat, with some forming the vague shapes of rose petals and stems.
She was also completely and utterly naked. She was sprawled out on the floor, running her broad, long tongue down her arm. She looked to be really into it too, at least until Bee’s voice broke her concentration. Her dark purple ears swiveled to face her, to perceive her, as the bear’s voice croaked and died in her throat. As absentmindedly as she came in, Bee whipped round to try and quickly slip back out. But, before she could leave…
“Phoebe, be a dear and shut the door, would you…? You’re letting the heat out.”
Suzanne’s voice was smooth as silk, betraying her age and experience. Bee did as she was asked, gingerly closing the door. She cleared her throat.
“Um- W-wow, sorry, I should’ve knocked. The door wasn’t locked, and I wasn’t- I wasn’t thinking. If now’s a bad time, I could… like… go maybe?” The bear awkwardly offered, adding a strained grin as Suzanne tilted her head. The tiger adjusted herself on the floor, sitting up and crossing her legs. Bee was trying to keep her gaze as far away from the tiger’s tits as possible.
“But whatever for? You’re here now, aren’t you?”
“Well- Yes, but—”
“Then come, come! Sit with me, ‘Bee. We’re both girls after all, no? And, even if you were a boy, well…” She snickered quietly, a glint in her eye as she ran a paw down one of her saber teeth. Bee still wasn’t sure, but… maybe she didn’t have a choice. She’d found herself sitting next to the tigress, whose warm smile eased her worries – at least a little bit. She looked up into those soft, yellow eyes of hers. Crow’s feet clung to the edges, a reminder of her age.
“Oh- This?” Bee replied, putting a paw up to her dewlap. Pinching some fur between her fingers and tugging, it came out very easily. Across her whole body, her polar white winter coat was slowly giving way to a dusting of her more usual purple and blue. “It’s nothing…”
“Do you have a brush at home? Is that why you came here?” Suzie leaned closer, taking the patch of fur from her friend’s paw and giving it a look. “I could lend you mine, if you’d like…”
“I-I do! I just… um, haven’t had the time, I guess…?” Bee squeakily offered. She already knew it wasn’t a great excuse – the reality was that she just wasn’t very good at managing her time. Suzanne let out another sympathetic coo.
“Oh, you poor thing… What if I helped? After all, you caught me at a very good time. I was just finishing up my own fur when you walked in~”
“Wh-What?! You want to…? Wait- You just mean you want to brush me, right?” Bee asked, as level as she could. How could she have been so silly? There was no way Suzie really wanted to groom her like some kind of cat. Even still, the thought made her cheeks flush.
Suzanne, the cat in question, laughed softly, as though she found the bear’s question cute. She cupped Bee’s cheek, which only made the bear blush even more.
“No honey, I meant something a bit more thorough... Ah, but, I do understand the confusion. I suppose bears don’t usually groom each other, do they…?” the tiger asked thoughtfully. Bee shook her head.
“Oh, don’t worry. Why don’t we give it a try, hm? And if you don’t like it, I promise I’ll stop. I just can’t bear to see you in such a ragged state…”
Bee pouted. She wasn’t ragged, exactly… But while she was occupied with that thought, Suzanne gently took her paw and helped her onto her feet.
“Come along now, dear… I promise I’ll be gentle,” she added in a way that almost sounded maternal as she led her friend to the couch. Letting go of the bear’s paw, she got busy making herself comfortable. Kneeling on the cushions and pillows, paws on her thighs as her tail lazily swished the air behind her… “Now dear, you will need to take your clothes off for this.”
“Wh- How come?” Bee asked, “Just how ‘thorough’ are you going to be?”
“I’m grooming your whole body, hon’,” the sabretooth replied, resting her head on the back of her paw, “Clothes would simply get in the way. Surely you understand?”
Bee mulled it over for a bit. It seemed to make sense. After all, it’d explain why Suzanne’s tits were out. Oh my god she’s so fluffy down there too- Anyway… On one hand, exposing herself like this was scary, even if she’d known old Suzie for some time now.
Although on the other hand – as much as she was trying to hide it, her shedding was making her pretty itchy, especially under this heavy shirt… Mmm… Bee uttered a quiet “Fine…” and lifted her shirt over her head, folding and laying it to the side. More than a few strands of white went with it. Her pants came down next. As easily as that, she was almost as naked as her friend – though she opted to keep her undergarments, and at least some of her dignity along with them. Following the tiger’s beckoning paw, the bear awkwardly took her place on the couch.
“That’s it, dearie…” comes Suzie’s voice, as soothing as ever. “Just relax now, okay? I think that you’ll find this to be quite relaxing…”
“Is… there anything that I should do, or—mmf!”
The tigress wrapped her arms about Bee’s middle, pulling the bear and herself closer together. Bee shuddered as she felt the tiger’s warm bust press up against her back. She’d never been so close to someone like this before… So exposed. Suzie’s fur was plushie-soft, thick, and smelled of roses and strawberries.
She gently pulled a lock of Bee’s pink hair to the side, exposing her cheek. Bee felt even more vulnerable as she felt the tiger’s warm breath puff against her. Her sensitive ears picked up everything – from the subtle purrs in the older woman’s breath to the wet sounds her mouth made as it opened.
“You don’t have to do a thing, dear. Juuuust… relax…~ I’m going to take such good care of you, okay?~” Suzie’s sultry voice was right in her ear, as quiet as a murmur, causing her to shudder as she found herself following the tiger’s request. There was something about her voice that made her feel so, so calm… She gave Bee a tender squeeze, before nuzzling up directly under her ear.
“Mlllaaaahhh~~…”
Her tongue slipped out from between her plump lips, and she dragged it across the bear’s body, causing the poor ursine to shudder from the strange feeling. That slick, pink appendage roamed from her neck all the way up to her ear, leaving a warm, wet trail behind it. She immediately went in for another lick, starting at the shoulder this time. It felt… weird, but nice. With every lick, Bee could feel the tension escape from her body. Before long, she had closed her eyes, letting Suzanne steadily work… Sweeping away that itchy, dead white fur and leaving her coat nice and soft, if a bit damp. Every now and again, the matronly tiger would take a moment to drink some water. She would never stop for long though, much to her bear’s growing delight. Bee didn’t think that she’d like it this much…
“How’re you holding up, honeybear? My sweet little thing…” Suzie asked during one such break. She had gotten most of Bee’s upper body (save for her face). Now, she was running her claws through the bear’s sparkly, pink hair. Tenderly combing her sweet, pretty bear with utmost care. She’d stop whenever she’d reach a tangle, and gently comb through it… Bee found herself purring before long, nice and comfortable in the sabretooth’s arms.
“Mmm…” Bee murmured a bit, mind slowly recovering, “Pretty good, I think…”
“Good! Good…~ You’ve been so good, sweetheart…” Suzie lilted happily. Bee murmured happily, giggling a bit. “I love your hair. Such a pretty pink, and I love the way it changes color too. Have you ever thought about styling it? A bob would look cute on you~”
“Hhmmh… A bob…?” Bee repeated, as she mulled it over…
“Mmm-hm.” Suzie nodded with a warm smile, “You’d look absolutely adorable. Now - sweetie, could you please turn around? I’m going to try and fix up your face now…”
The rest of Bee’s upper body had been licked clean, showing off her vibrant – if slightly damp – purple coat. Her face, however, remained in that itchy polar white… She was eager to have Suzanne fix it, even if she was starting to feel a little sleepy… “A bob… I suppose it’d be cute… I’d never really done short hair before,” she admitted as she turned around.
“You should certainly consider it!~ Alright, close your eyes…”
Bee did so, steeling herself for the next part of her intimate cleaning. She could feel Suzie’s paw underneath her chin, angling her head up and turning it. ‘What’s she doing…?’
Once more, Bee felt the broad, wet, disarming warmth of the tiger’s tongue as it pressed against her, slathering the bear with its glistening spit… Its barbs combed through her short facial fur, leaving it fluffy and soft in its wake. Her shoulders bore the weight of Suzie’s puffy, pink paws, their sparkly claws poking her slightly as the kitty held her nice and steady. Suzanne purred in her ears as she worked, moving slowly from Bee’s left, to the middle of her face, then to the right. Bee had to admit it – this felt really, really nice… She’d been sighing and huffing the whole time, letting out half-words and little groans as the kitty groomed her. She could swear the tiger wasn’t just licking her – she’d felt those lips pucker against her forehead more than once – but she couldn’t see a reason to complain…
“…Hmmm…”
Bee opened an eye to see Suzanne’s face. She looked vaguely concerned, as though faced with a crossword puzzle that she didn’t know the word for. Did something happen? “Um—”
“Oh, I’m sorry, ‘Bee,” Suzanne spoke over her, “The fur on your face is a little more stubborn than I expected… I think I’ll have to go over it again.”
“U-Um, sometimes the fur on my face takes longer to change,” Bee tried to explain, “It happens to my fingers, my toes, and my middle too. It’s funny- There’s usually a month or two where I look kinda like a panda—”
“Shhhhhh…” Bee blinked as she was gently hushed, a pink and white finger pressed to her lips, “No need to worry, baby… I’m just going to try again. Is that okay with you? I’m sure I can figure this out. My tongue was a bit dry, so maybe I just need some more water, hmm?~”
“Suzaaaanne… Well… If you want, I guess,” the bear agreed with a sigh, as Suzie took another swig of water. She’d suspected she was doing this for more than just out of the goodness of her own heart, but… At the same time, Bee couldn’t deny that she was getting really into this… She watched as Suzie and her now dripping tongue drew close once more, and pressed against her face, slathering her in more kitty spittle… She put her paws up to try and push the sabretooth away, to silently signal for her to be a bit less zealous, but she wasn’t able to muster anywhere near enough strength. In fact, Suzie’s own paws started to slip around Bee’s, holding them tenderly…
“Awwhhh…~ Scchlllp~ Don’t be shy, kitten… Sccchhlllrrrp~~ Take your licks like a big girl~”
“Ugh, Suziiiie…” Bee whined, trying and failing to scrounge back an ounce of her dignity, “You’re getting—pleh—way too into this…” Taking a moment to spit when her friend’s tongue got alarmingly close to slipping into the bear’s mouth.
“Ohhhn, but I’m almost done…” she crooned back, “Just a biiiit more… and… there.”
Leaning away from the bear’s sopping wet face to admire her work for a moment, she looked satisfied. That made Bee feel good too, better than she did already. Gosh, Suzie was so nice to her… She made her feel so safe, so loved… Her earlier apprehension was but a distant memory now, replaced with a smitten feeling as she looked into the tiger’s kind eyes. She must’ve looked quite silly, because Suzanne started to giggle.
“Bee? Honey, do you need a moment? Do you need… a ‘break’?”
She was confused. It wasn’t until she followed Suzie’s gentle downward nudging that she saw the hard, twitching bulge she was making in her undies.
“O-Oh! Um—I, uh—” She floundered and flustered on the couch, quickly covering her nethers and silently wishing she could just disappear.
“Ehehehehe! It’s okay dear, it’s okay…” Suzie’s voice was there to save the day, paws back on the bear’s shoulders. Bee shuddered, letting out a soft groan as her body relaxed. “It’s like I said before, if you recall… We’re both girls, aren’t we?”
“W-We are… We are, but— But—” It was just incredibly embarrassing, is all. It felt weird, too. It’s not like she should be getting off to this… right?
“Shhh... It mustn’t be comfortable in that thing anyway, right?” she asked with a knowing look. “Why don’t we just…”
“Huh? What’re you…” Bee watched as Suzie hooked a claw around the drawstring, quickly slipping those tight, taut panties down, letting the bear’s girlcock spring free. “Suzanne!?”
Her voice didn’t stop her – Suzie proceeded to reach behind Bee’s back, brushing her hair aside so she could get at the clasps that held on her bra. A few clicks, and it too fell off.
“There, dear… Doesn’t that feel better?~ I’d ask if you need any help with that, but… This isn’t that kind of session,” she winked. Bee instinctually covered herself up, but… The gentle breeze had already felt good against her fur up to now, not to mention the couch’s cushy velvet. And now? With nothing to squeeze and restrict her breasts, or her… well. Ahem. She nodded quickly, understanding why the tiger opted to go nude.
“Are you ready to continue, sweetie?”
“Mhmm…”
Suzie smiled brightly, and pulled her bear into a soft, cushy embrace. Bee squeaked as she found her muzzle stuffed against the bigger tiger’s fluffy neck. Her breasts smushed against Suzie’s, and she hitched her breath as her sensitive nipples rubbed against the tiger’s supple pair. She felt that tongue again and again too, as it straightened and combed through her hair… Every breath came with a comfy little rumble, a purr that urged Bee to relax… To continue to let Suzie take the reins… Let the tigress take complete care of her… For the first time tonight, the bear wrapped her arms around her friend, squeezing and clinging on.
The rest of the session went by in a blur. The more she was licked, loved, and doted on, the mushier her thoughts became. Suzie had gotten braver in her coddling; this she was sure of. She’d felt those soft, bright red lips peck her all over… Each time, it felt so nice. The tiger’s paws had grown more adventurous too, playfully squeezing the bear’s tits – all in the name of getting a good hold on her, she was told. Bee remembered seeing Suzie, nose deep in one of the bear’s own footpaws, nuzzling up to her pads and licking between her toes.
Finally, she was finished. Bee felt herself be hoisted up and into Suzie’s motherly embrace, with the tiger’s white bosom acting as a pillow of sorts. Her vision was swimming… It was getting harder and harder to focus. She was fighting to stay awake, but it felt much easier to close her eyes and drift off…
“You’re such a good girl… Mommy’s got you~ You were so good today, baby bear…” Her voice made her feel so comfy… So small.
“Mmmn, I’m not a baby…” Bee weakly protested, getting comfy in Mama’s arms.
“Ah…?” Putting her paw to her own mouth, Suzie smiled. “Hehe, of course not. My mistake. I’ll have breakfast made for you by the time you wake up. How does that sound, hmm?”
“Breakfast… Mmmmnn, but- shouldn’t I be going… home…?” Bee asked – as though it was a matter of choice.
“Hmmm… In the state you’re in, I think you should stay and rest, dear…” Suzie replied, “It’d be much easier to sleep here with me, wouldn’t you agree…?” Her words were so, so soothing… In Bee’s mind, the matter had been settled. She’d be sleeping here tonight, in Suzie’s warm embrace. Her eyelids felt so heavy, as the tiger wiped something wet from the corner of the bear’s mouth. Had she been drooling?
“How do pancakes sound, hon’? I could whip up some sausage and eggs too, and… Ah.~” Bee was already snoring by the time Suzanne finished speaking, but it didn’t matter. She gave her bear a gentle squeeze…
What would happen if sam/reader got stuck in a plushies form for a entire mouth ?
It'd take some getting used to!
Looks like your paws have gotten especially puffy and useless this time... Can you even flex your fingers, or are they just thick bappy mittens? Doorknobs are going to be a challenge for you...
Doorways too! Thankfully your plush body is so malleable that you can squeeze into tight spaces with little effort.
How're your coworkers gonna take it? You can't really type on a keyboard anymore, but there's probably something they could find for you to do. Maybe you could be their mascot! Maybe you could bring food and drinks. You could probably balance a plate in your paws...right?
Not that you'd be able to think very much anyway. Your head is so full of stuffing now, and you're always feeling a little sleepy, a little tipsy as you balance on your new paws... A little snuggly too...
It's gonna be a cozy month...
Plus, you don't get cold anymore, on account of all your silky fur. ^w^
Rita & her crew head to an uncharted planet for research! But they get separated… Hopefully nothing bad happen!
Contains WG, brain drain, slime inflation
5.5k Words
Also on GDocs as usual!!!
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“Hmm… Hey, Rita, I know it’s a bit late to bring this up, but are you sure that taking this job was a good idea?” Daisuki’s voice broke the silence as the ship parted the clouds on its way downward through the atmosphere.
“What ever do you mean?” Rita tilted her head, hardly looking away from her console as she responded to her glossy purple nya-vigator. “The data shows that this job is perfectly safe.”
“Quite simple too,” the pink cat robot continued as the ship made contact with the ground. A muffled thump echoes throughout the cabin as the struts in its legs take most of the shock. Dust billows up into view through the windscreen, kicked up by the impact and the engines’ thrust. “Our job is to collect samples of the local wildlife and, if we can, to learn more about the planet’s geology.” It seemed simple enough to her. She and her team are quite capable, so this was sure to be an easy job.
“Well – Yes, but…” The ‘eyes’ on Daisuki’s face mounted screens thin into a pair of lines, one of them with a small drawing that appears to represent sweat lines. “Mmmmrah, I dunno, you’ve seen some of the existing research on this planet, right?”
“Of course I have,” Rita replied. All of this information was safely stored in her memory, but – with well-practiced precision – she brings up the relevant articles on her computer screen with just a few keystrokes. “I am well aware that we are not the first ones to set foot on this planet. Other researchers were dispatched here, but their expeditions had failed. It is assumed that, due to their organic nature, the local wildlife found them very… appealing hosts.”
Taking a few moments to scan the articles in front of her, she takes note of a few keywords: body heat, attraction to warmth, symbiotic relationship, reproduction.
She shudders. That will not happen to her. With another button press, the holographic screen disappears with a fwip!
“Right,” Daisuki continues, “We don’t know much about this place, but everyone who comes here tends to return… bloated.”
“But—” Rita hesitated for a moment, “Well, that will not happen to us. Unlike everyone who has been here before us, we are not organic. There is no body heat for the slimes to be attracted to.”
“Well, as long as we’re expending energy, there’s technically—” Daisuki can hardly get a word in before Rita claps her hands together.
“So it is settled!” She announced in a voice that’s just a bit too loud, “Let us prepare to disembark. Seiko, have you been listening? …Seiko?”
Both heads turned to look at the Engineer’s position, off to the side of the cockpit – and the blue robot sitting in it. Her hair was long, much like Rita’s, but it flows more freely than the captain’s straight, sharp bangs. Her body is immobile, and her eyes dark, save for three letters that slowly scroll from right to left.
Z Z Z . . .
“Seiko!” Daisuki shouted, jolting the other robot out of Sleep Mode. “Have you been listening to anything we’ve been saying?”
“What? Something about slimes taking over people, right?” The pixelated eyes in her screens blinked a few times, hidden motors whirring to gain and retain focus. She leans back into her seat with a groan, tail twitching and curling as she crosses her arms. “So what? We’re Felinoids. What is a slime going to do to us? If I see one, I’ll just step on it.”
“…Eloquently put.” Rita simply replied. “Just, do not step on the wildlife. They are resilient, but it is prudent not to disturb the ecosystem more than absolutely necessary.”
“Aye aye, Cat’n,” her engineer replied, complete with half-hearted salute. Rita narrowed her eyes. She’d really have to ask Daisuki to help keep her in check.
“Hm. Anyway, as I was saying, let us prepare to disembark. The days here are short, and – as robust as we are – we cannot survive a night on the surface without freezing over.” Arising from her seat, she takes a moment to dust off her skirt. Not that there was any reason to – she always kept herself clean. Something about the action just felt satisfying to her. She supposed that, for a logically driven robot like herself, it didn’t make much sense.
Preparations were simple, consisting mainly of a review of the planet’s overall geography, due to the sheer straightforwardness of the job itself. The cave that the team was meant to enter was a bit of a trek away. Landing closer was not an option, due to the general instability of the planet’s crust. Dry land was too – orbital surveys had shown much of the surface to be covered in iced-over lakes. Caution was needed in order to approach the cave’s mouth, but the client had already provided a route.
With a pneumatic hiss, the ship’s rear stairway lowered. Rita, Daisuki, and Seiko got to see the planet’s surface for the first time – not counting what they through photographs or the windscreen. The dark purple surface was rocky, and shaped in a way that suggested previous, intense volcanic activity. Once upon a time, magma flowed freely, but had long since hardened into a series of almost organic-looking contours as the temperature decreased. In the distance, towering pillars continue to spew smoke and dribble material from the core, but these volcanoes were much too far away for their warmth to be felt. Where they are now, the robots could detect temperatures that would make any normal, furred catgirls shiver.
The trip was smooth so far, with Rita taking the lead. She loaded an AR overlay to her eye screens, following the path that it projected onto the ground. They were only a few hundred meters from their destination, when… CRRKK.
All at once, Rita lost her balance as the ground gave way beneath one of her feet – then the other. Then, her whole body went through. She heard Daisuki shout her name and felt her hands around her arm, but it was too little, too late. Sliding through the other cat’s grip, she felt herself enter freefall. As she tumbled through the air, she had just enough time to briefly fire her heel-mounted thrusters, stabilizing herself before she hit the ground.
“Rita! Rita?!” It wasn’t long before her comms crackled to life. A panel in her forearm flipped up, displaying a small screen taken up almost entirely by Daisuki’s face. “Oh, please tell me you’re okay!”
“I think I am okay… Thank you.” At least, she felt okay. A feeling that a quick diagnostic scan would soon confirm, “What about you two? Did you fall in?”
“Oh, thank goodness you’re okay, Ri-Ri… Um, no, we’re still up here! What should we do…?”
“Can’t you just fly back up here with those rockets?” Seiko’s face squishes its way onto the screen.
“I want to, but I fear that the shock would cause another cave-in…” Ugh. If only they brought Mel along. With arms like hers, she could just hoist her out of here. No such luck, though. Rita began to pace as she tried to think of a strategy. Unfortunately, only one option seemed to make sense.
“We’ll have to split up,” she said, opening the panel in her arm again. Her focus wavered for a brief moment as she sent a connection request to Daisuki. It was accepted almost immediately, and a file transfer was made. “These are the directions to the cave. I will try to meet you two there. Please be careful.”
“Hey, you-- -areful too!”, Daisuki’s voice crackles through the radio. Underground reception is never great… “You’d better be in one piece when we meet up, okay?”
“I will be just fine,” Rita replied, a small smile appearing on her face. Something about Daisuki’s attitude just had that effect on her. Another thing that didn’t make sense, she supposed. “Make sure Seiko doesn’t get into any trouble.”
“Hey! Trouble? You’re the one who fell—"
“Aye aye, Cat’n!”, Dai cut in, “Come on, Sis, let’s go.”
“What’s a ‘Sis’ anyway?”
With that, Rita closed her screen with a sigh. Okay, she thought, This could still work. After all, how hard could it be? They were close to the entrance anyway.
Now… where was she?
Rita spent some time walking, carefully scanning her environment as she ventured through the planet’s caves. It was a peaceful walk for the most part. The slimes here were docile, ignoring her as she stepped past them. They came in a variety of colors, from red to green to violet and everything in between. She eventually entered a small room, filled with fog. The source lay at the far end, one of many geothermal vents that dotted the otherwise cold planet.
Splat.
Rita stopped in her tracks. Something felt heavy and wet on her head. She reached up, and her paw found something thick and slick. She could feel it begin to drape across the top and sides of her head, filling her feline ears with a sloppy, wet squelch as they were engulfed. As she pulled her hand away, she could see the thick strings of green that bridged her fingers.
“Slime,” she declared with a tinge of disdain, closing one of her digital ‘eyes’ as the sludge started to droop down onto her face. “Ewwww.” She recalled that slimes used their adhesive properties to attach to ceilings. Once they grew big and heavy enough, they tended to drop down. It just so happened that Rita was underneath one when it decided to come down. Looking up, she could see that many more dotted the ceiling, just barely visible through the steam. More were about to come down, dropping with a wet PLAP that echoed off the walls. They’d join their brethren near the thermal vents, and she watched as the slime on her head followed suit. It slithered off of her with a soggy sound, like squeezing liquid out of a wet towel. Gross.
With the slimes distracted, she made her escape. There was an opening on the other side of the room, so she opted to head that way. Along the way, she entered an automated cooling cycle. Deep inside her frame, fans had begun to spin up, pulling in the warm, humid air from outside.
The next room was similar to the last, but much colder. It wasn’t like she was shivering – she was sure that she couldn’t outside of extreme cold – but her sensors told her that this would be uncomfortable for most biological species. A glance around the room would prove her point – all of the slimes here were dormant. A rainbow of goopy mounds dotted the floor, walls, and ceiling. Most slimes were about 15 inches tall. In the center of the room, however… was something much bigger.
As far as she could tell, it was a slime just like the rest, but it seemed more… developed? It had a long neck and a thick, bulky body. Its head looked as though it was meant to resemble a dragon, but with all of the edges sanded off until it was a smooth, simplistic shape. Its singular eye was closed, and its massive midsection gently rose and fell, as if it was breathing. It towered over the bot despite laying down, head laying on its forelegs crossed.
Its translucent body shimmered in the light, coloring the dark walls in mainly blue, with reds, greens, purples, oranges, and yellows joining the mix. But how could that happen? According to her research, slimes only came in a single color. Unless…
‘Of course…’
Other large slimes sat nearby, with different colors. Red-green, blue-yellow, orange-purple… They were big too, nearly chest height by her estimate.
‘They must have merged…’
A quick glance upwards would explain the room’s low temperature. It was open to the surface. Coupled with the fact that no vents could be found, it was no wonder this place was so cold. Ah well! That just made things easier. The Slime Dragon – yes, she was going to call it that until she could think of something better – was worrying, but she could simply sneak past all of them. Plus…
She stroked her chin as she got moving, feet making tinny thunks against the ground, ‘If they are dormant, I wonder if I could simply collect one here…’
Looking towards the floor, she picked the closest one. It was a big, blue thing. As dormant and still as the rest. She gingerly squeezed it, then lifted it up. It bounced in her hands, but otherwise stayed completely still.
She took a moment to heft it a few times, watching it wobble and sway like a big blob of jello. It was bigger than her head, and was a cloudy greenish-blue that betrayed its amalgamated nature. She could see its twin cores deep inside its cloudy, translucent body…
Fascinating.
It really was a good thing that she was able to get this lucky with her mission. Sure, it started rough - but at least she can get her sample and get out of here. As her body started to hum with the sound of her fans, she leaned closer to it. Another cooling cycle was beginning, but she also just felt good. Few things made her feel better than a job well done, except for maybe salvaging a job that could’ve easily gone wrong. Her body hums anew, and she let out a relaxed sigh, her cooling system pushing out warm, spent air... The second it hit the cool air, it fogged up, and she watched as her ‘breath’ hit the slime. It wobbled and wavered, causing her to briefly pull her head back.
Then, it jumped on her face. Rita yelped as her vision went blue, the slime pushing itself against her face with nearly enough force to knock her off her feet. She flailed, trying to push back but her hands simply went right through the slime. Rita tried to close her mouth, but she found that it wouldn’t fully shut. The slime wasn’t just smothering her, it was forcing its way inside. It flooded into her, easily filling her cheeks. As it touched her tongue, its sensors lit up. It was hard to describe the intense taste as anything other than…
She again tried to push against it, finding the same result as before. Her hands simply sank into its malleable form with an audible bloop. Trying to pull her arms away from the slime didn’t help much either, the sheer viscosity of it keeping them right where they were, holding it and giving it a place from which it could jump into her.
“Mmhhaaa~mmfhh!” She whined, fear mounting. It was pushing deeper, now oozing down her throat with clear intent. Usually meant as a duct for the petroleum-based snacks on her home planet, the slime now used it as a path to slip down into her body. It hit the bottom, filling her fuel tank with a muffled squish. The metal groaned as it was stretched past its limits… With one final gulp, the last of the slime slipped past her lips.
“Uuuugghhh…” She groaned. Never had she felt so full. A quick query showed that she was at 115% of her normal capacity. She was never much of an eater back home, unlike Daisuki, preferring to get her energy from the electrical outlet instead. She could still taste the Blue on her tongue, and the inside of her mouth was still lined in that thick, viscous ooze. It was enough to make her shudder. Well, at least she collected her sampbbhuuURP.
Her hands darted to her mouth – only then did she realize they were still covered in goop – but that paled in comparison to the sound she just made. What was that? Her abdomen gurgled quietly at first, then louder, prompting her to look down at herself. She hadn’t noticed at first, but… did she get rounder? No, surely nh~hUUURP.
UGH. This was embarrassing! What do you call this silly noise anyway? Surely, it has a name… More importantly, what was causing it? Another internal check was made, and- ah.
Her ‘stomach’ – or fuel tank, as is the proper term – processes fuel by heating it to the point of incineration. It seemed that Slimes have… a much higher resistance to heat. Instead of combusting, it was just boiling. More importantly, it was producing warm, thick gas.
‘…Okay. Well. At least I have it. I just need to get out now. All I have to—’
BHHUURP
‘—do is meet up with the others.’
Uggh. She shuddered, a few lines of blush appearing on her screens. She really should be hating this. She does hate this! This is not proper. Robots do not burp. Her paw drifts to her middle as her fuel tank continues to boil and roil. Robots don’t gurgle either. She tried to shut it down, but the device refused to respond. Great.
And how did this even happen in the first place? The cave-in was unlucky, but why did the slime see fit to gravitate towards her? She wasn’t that warm, was she?
As she griped to herself, her ears swiveled as they detected a sound nearby. Something shuffled on the ground towards her, but she was too absorbed in her own thoughts to truly notice. Only when it was practically on top of her did she turn, and it was much too late.
The slime, this one yellow, approached from her left and pressed up to her abdomen in curiosity. She watched, stunned as it slowly rubbed up and down, exerting just a bit of pressure. She knew better than to touch it with her hands, given her last experience, so she opted to step away. The parts that were on her stuck to her like glue, stretching before the rest of its body jumped onto her.
“Ohhh, no. Not this again.” She pushed it down, but her eyes widened as it simply seeped between her fingers before slithering upward. Across her chest, and pressing against her mouth. Yeah, nice try. As long as she keeps her mouth shut, she’ll have enough time to think her way out of thi—
Bhhuuuur~mmMMFH…
Rita’s eyes widened as her own body – or the slime in it – betrayed her, her mouth lolling open to let out another deep, embarrassing belch. The Slime on her saw its chance, immediately filling the empty space with itself before she could react. It was driven by pure instinct, seeking the warmth that lay inside her. She closed her eyes, the blush returning to her face screens as she found herself powerless to stop it… A deep, thick gllp… gllp… gulp… echoed off the walls. She could feel it slosh down into her fuel tank - her internal readings climbing to 130%...140%...150%... – before it overflowed completely, slime oozing through her open vents, and collecting somewhere else…
“PWAHH…~” It was over more quickly this time, but she felt… Top heavy now. It didn’t take long to find out why.
“What the…?”
Looking down, she could hardly believe her eyes. She had breasts, or something vaguely resembling them. Her chest plate had bent outward and was continuing to do so as she felt – and heard – the Slime settling inside. It reminded her of the organics that she’d seen on her way to this planet, but a bit more modest. Her middle had grown too, she was sure of it this time. Rita groaned as she realized it: she was getting fat.
A few more blush lines appeared on her screens.
She felt so heavy too… At least she had—bbhhuuurp– two samples to bring back now? Ugh. She’s going to need an overhaul to clean all this gunk out…
She’d hardly gotten time to think about that, before something hit her head with a wet SLAP. Immediately, the audio from her ear-microphones was filled with a sludgy, thick squelching sound. The Third Slime oozed against her ears, pressing against the seams between them and the rest of her head assembly. It couldn’t be trying to… oh no.
She had to get out of here now. She was fine with an overhaul, but she didn’t want to think about what would happen if the Slime got inside her head, mostly because it’d be really gross. Two samples were more than enough anyway. She didn’t need three!
Rita found her body slow to respond with all the additional weight, and she couldn’t dodge as another Slime slipped in front of her. Stumbling to a halt, she tried to step around it, but it kept blocking her exit. She took a step back as it lurched towards her. She really didn’t have time for… for—ff—f-f-forr—
The slime had nudged her ears just enough to barely open the gaps between them and her head. It began to seep inside, draping itself across her most delicate circuitry, sparks briefly flying as wire after wire began to short. Rita couldn’t feel lightheaded, but she felt something like that as she stumbled and swayed, before falling on her butt. Her yellow eyes dimmed and briefly flickered as the slime filled her head with its insulating ooze, dulling her thoughts and leaving her feeling… fuzzy… Communication between her head and her body was slow. Communication with her own memory was intermittent… She was here for something, right? How did she get here…?
A silly, breathy chuckle left her lips, followed by a heavy BHUUUURP that bounced off the cave’s walls.
…Mwrow, she’d gotten pretty big, huh? Mostly in the middle though. Her hands rubbed the sides of her tummy – was there a better word for it? – and she gave herself a few pats. The slime inside was constantly burbling, and she let out a quiet purr in response.
Something touched her foot, and she flinched. …A few seconds after the fact, as her sensors struggled to communicate with her CPU through all the muck-addled wiring. Dimly tilting her head, she looked down to see the cutest little pink slime…
“Awww… Hey little guy…~” She lilted, lazily waving at it, “Youbbhrrrp… Bwah,,, You need somethin’?”
Gosh, it was the same shade as her paint… How adorable. It was kinda like her, but… smaller and shinier? It replied to her with a wobble and a sloshy sway, before climbing up her leg and jumping to her waiting hands. She took a few seconds to look at it… Something in her memory tugged at her. She was supposed to do something with these… but the thought went up in smoke as she felt a device disconnect, then reconnect.
The slime seemed to know what it wanted, though. It jumped to her face, her slack jaw providing no resistance as it filled her throat like the others. Muffled bbhrrps and barely-stifled moans could be heard as it joined its brethren inside her… She felt it settle in her body… Then she went stiff as she heard a POP!~
Looking down, her chest plate had buckled completely, filling out into a proper set of tits. She palmed them up, letting out a quiet ‘ooohh…’ as she hefted them both. She was made of, like… PlastiMetal, right? How was she so soft now? Well, she felt really good anyway, so it probably didn’t matter… The way her boobies sloshed as she played with them was too much of a distraction anyway.
Rita rubbed the side of her head as she recalled something. Oh, right, she’s supposed to get out of here, isn’t she? With a disappointed purr, she started to get up… She’d almost wanted to stay here… Something sloshed forward in her head, and her eyes flickered again. Next thing she knew, she was on the ground again, butt up in the air, boobs squished against the floor.
Then again… Why not stay here? Here felt nice, and her body was so heavy.
She was supposed to like, collect these little guys anyway, right? They felt so good inside her… She wanted more of that…
Good thing she was in a room full of them. She spent the next several minutes following her directive, picking up and eating slimes. Her frame grew wider and rounder with each one. Her bosom grew more defined, going from a simple rounded chest to something resembling a fat bust packed into a tight bra. Her stomach spilled down, her plates buckling and sinking down over her skirt, which was itself stretched from the pressure of her widening thighs. It had gone from a gurgle to a near-constant roil, a kettle of boiling slime and a place where other slimes simply moved and sloshed about. A value flickered onto her fuzzy HUD, just barely making itself known to her:
Tank Capacity: 300%!!
Which she immediately discarded, then forgot just as quickly. Her tummy felt so nice and full, and she could tell that her slimes liked it just as much as she did. They gurgled softly, and she purred in return… Her servos strained as she began to walk, leaving deep footprints in the dirt.
Her entire body felt like it was wobbling, and she let out an airhead giggle as she teetered from side to side. Her body was wobbling, her hands sank into her heaving, swaying belly. She just couldn’t keep her hands off herself. Her chest was so big now, she couldn’t look down past it. So plush under her touch too. She was addicted to her own silly, fat self.
Then, Rita remembered something. There was still a slime in the very center of the room. The biggest one of all.
Rita and the Slime Dragon laid eyes on each other at the same time. It must have woken up while she was busy eating all those yummy slimes and getting nice and soft. It regarded her with an unreadable expression, tilting its head like the animal that it was. It raised its tail, showing off a ball near the tip. It glittered in the light… Something about it enraptured Rita, and she slowly wandered closer to it. She ran her hand along the Dragon’s side, her fingertips leaving carefree trails as she went towards the rear. Its stomach had a dim glow that was emitted by the hundreds of round little shapes inside. She paused briefly to look at them all… They were small and round, and every color of the rainbow. They looked soooo cute! She wondered dimly if she could eat them…
A glint of light hit her eye, reminding her of the tail she was chasing. It swayed tantalizingly before her, before receding back a few feet. She gave chase, forgetting what she had seen as she wobbled and thumped after it. Finally, she caught it, putting her hands around it so it wouldn’t escape. Unlike the Lesser Slimes, this one seemed to have more integrity to its skin. As slowly drew closer to the bauble on its tail, she noticed that the tail’s tip was dripping. Weird… The tail shook again, and her limited attention was again drawn to the Bauble. It was as though it was made of opal. A pale color mostly, with the tiniest shards of pastel color just under the surface. It gave the entire thing a rainbow sheen unlike anything she had remembered seeing before. It was her whole world… Internal queries were generated and forgotten, flurrying in her CPU, tumbling over themselves until it became a loop of “What is that? What is it made of? So pretty… What is that? What is it made of? So pretty… What is tha--” and her mind was captured in it. Her eyes followed it as the tail’s tip pushed against her mouth, parting her lips. It tasted like Everything.
Then, it started pumping. For a brief moment, Rita’s eyes left the Dragon’s bauble, looking further up the tail to see round shapes traveling down its length towards her. They weren’t as squishy as the slimes were, but being covered in slime helped them slip down her throat. She wasn’t sure how long she was there, watching the bauble as she felt herself grow even heavier, even softer, but it had to be a while. The first thing she noticed were her arms. They were thin before, but… Segment by segment, they thumped and grew fatter. Her hands and fingers felt numb for a few moments, before they fattened out with a FWMPH. Just like that, her hands became paws, with her lithe fingers puffing out into fat, stubby digits. Their rubber pads turned into full-on paw pads. Magenta beans that squished against the tail she was just barely holding now, as pliable as the slime itself.
The eggs must’ve been displacing the slime inside her… Her hips were the next to change, forcing her skirt to stretch as they widened even more. Her belly had hung even lower, nearly sinking to the floor. By the time it pulled its tail from her mouth, she felt huge. As she relaxed on her fat, soft butt, eggs settling inside her engorged tummy, the Slime Dragon stood up. It looked noticeably thinner now, walking past her and squeezing through an opening in the cave before disappearing.
Mm. Egg in me.
“Rita! Rita!” Her ears twitched as she heard a voice, pulling her from the muck of her daydream… Footsteps echoed from up the cave, and she could see some lights. More friends? Daisuki was the first to enter. “Rita, I’m so glad we found you—Oh…”
“What’s wrong, Dai’? Did you find her or not?” Seiko was close behind. Both cats stopped in their tracks when they saw their leader, engorged and purring on the cave floor. “…What the fuck.”
“Language! Be purr-fessional!” Daisuki shot a glare at her friend, before turning to look at Rita once more. “Um… Hey, Rita… How are you feeling?”
Rita squinted. Remembering stuff was so hard. They looked quite familiar, though… By some miracle, her slime-logged processor was able to fetch the relevant data… Recognition finally dawned, and she settled into a sleepy, dumb smile.
“Oh, heyyy…~ BHUUURP, yeah, I’m fine~ You’re like, here to uh, rescue me, right?” Rita asked, head tilted.
“Wh—Yes? We’re your friends??! Of course we’re here to rescue you!” Dai was shocked. Then, in a quieter voice, “…Rita, did you just burp?...”
“Oh, yeah… I’m like a kettle now or somethin’. Bhuuurhhhey, can you help me up? I’m kinda stuck…” She admitted, rubbing her broad gut, churning with slime. “Soooo heavy…”
Daisuki and a reluctant Seiko each grabbed a hold of one of Rita’s paws. With only a little difficulty, they pulled her up onto her feet.
“Mrrrr, thanks…~” Rita cooed. She went back to feeling herself, purring softly as her paws squeezed one side of her malleable chestplate, bent outward into the fattest monoboob either of them had seen… Her tail wasn’t spared of the changes, having widened out into more of a big, pink trip hazard that idly swayed behind her. Bhuuurp. Daisuki was staring.
“So… is it safe to say you got the samples?” Seiko asked.
“The wha’? Oh! The slimes, right…? Mmmhm.~ I’ve got a lotta samples… Wanna feel ‘em?”
“No.” Seiko replied flatly.
Meanwhile, Daisuki stepped closer, and her hands sank into Rita’s gut. She pulled them back out, visibly astonished, blush-lines on her screens. This was not like the Rita she knew. Where was that upright, rigid personality of hers? Her leader sounded so calm now, almost sleepy. “Rita, what... What happened to you? Are you sure you’re alright?”
“Hehe, never better~” And it was true, as far as she knew! She felt nice and grounded, her body’s idle noises filling her ears and giving her a sense of calm. Her RAM was clear of any and all worry, her sensors far too dull and shorted-out to throw any warnings about how packed and bulged her body was. As far as she felt and knew, everything was juuuust fine. And, she completed her mission! Maybe? Something about collecting slimes, right?
For some reason, the other two didn’t seem entirely convinced. They looked at each other, then back at her.
Bhh~hhuurp… “Mmmnnh… As for what happened, uhmm… Haha, I dunno… Don’t remember.~ Why, somethin’ wrong?” She asked innocently, paws still roaming her front.
“Of course not…! Wanna… head back to the ship now?” Daisuki asked, clearly trying to avert her eyes.
“Mrrr, sure~” She began to follow as they led her back the way they came, “Um, what’re we gonna do there?”
“Leave the planet?” Seiko asked with a wry smirk.
“Awww, but I like it here!”
“Can’t imagine why…” Seiko’s eyes flickered briefly. Click! Was that a camera she heard?
“Don’t worry, Rita! We’ll get to know your slimes a lot better once we’re off the planet.” Daisuki offered softly. Rita felt a lot better after that… She did like her slimes…
Two Plushies Who Love You & Put You To Bed Whether You Like It Or Not
"When are you coming to beeeeed?"
You look up from your desk to see Lupa, in all her bulk, taking up the entire doorway. You tell her that you'll be there in a minute, but that just won't do.
"I've been givin' you your space, just like you asked," as her thick, firm arms reach down and wrap around you from behind, "...But I kinda need you if I wanna get any good sleep."
You scoff. Lupa doesn’t exactly *need* to sleep, being a toy and all.
"Y'know how, like... Like some people can't sleep until they've got their doll or whatever?" She's cradling you now, looking down at you with her good eye. Glassy as any toy, but so full of life. Her memory-foam paws thump-thump-thump against the floor as she carries you out of your office, responsibilities already forgotten.
"It’s kinda like that..." A yawn, and she continues, "You're my doll. Gets kinda lonely in bed without you." You open your mouth to mention that she has Rudy, but a tender wolfhug shushes you. Your face pressed against the white of her chest, she sighs comfily as her paw reassuringly rubs the back of your head.
"Heyyy! Back from the hunt, I see." You're numbly aware of the creak of the bedroom door, and Rudy's jubilant voice.
"Yep. Didn't take much to 'convince' 'em to come quietly. Ain't that right, sweetie?" Lupa teases, drawing her big dumb snout closer to your ear. Eep! Her lips brush against your cheek...
"Aww, how cute." You could see Rudy putting his hooves together atop his stitched-up chest. His hair is down tonight... The deer spreads his arms, laying on his back with a grin. "C'mon, bring it in..."
With the way she's handling you, you really do feel like a toy. Lupa lays you down on top of Rudy, and his cloved hand rests atop your head. Only briefly though, as Lupa is close behind you. Some of the air is squeezed out of you as the wolfess lays down right atop your body, sandwiching you between herself and the reindeer beneath you. Your hands push their way through Rudy's fur as Lupa nuzzles and kisses your hair.
They're so warm, their fur so silky smooth and thick. You put your hands on Rudy's light brown cheeks, squishing them in. He giggles, tugging you close enough to kiss, causing Lupa to let out a soft growl.
"They’re mine, you know."
"Oh, Lupa, can't you share your toys, just for one night?" He teases. She lets out a little huff.
The foam underneath their fur gives way under your fingers as you stim. Sensing that you're fading fast, Lupa wraps her arms around you both. Rudy does the same, making you feel nice and safe.
You’ve moved to a new apartment, but you’ve been having trouble settling in. With the money you have, you’ve decided to treat yourself to a new clock! Nothing interesting happens at all.
18+, includes TF/TG, possession, weight gain, and some DEEP kissing.
6.5k words
A redraw of this old post! I'd figured I'll take the opportunity to post her story here and format it more like the others I've posted
It's pretty old, so I decided to proofread and touch it up too,, nothing major tho, i'm still happy with it :> It starts below the cut, and for a (probably) better experience can also be found here on Docs.
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Whew.
You’ve come to realize that moving apartments is harder than you thought.
If you were to ask yourself not even two days ago how difficult it would be to move all your things from one house to another, you’d scoff. It wasn’t exactly easy, but it’s not like you had that much to move. You lived alone, after all.
But, you didn’t account for the sheer amount of junk you tend to pack away into your closets. Or the stress of driving back and forth. Or the stress of talking to the moving crew, telling them that the couch goes there, right there, not a foot to the left but right there, and--
And then there’s just the ambient stress of being in an entirely new place. You didn’t hate it, but it was just. Different from what you were used to. It didn’t feel the same. It didn’t smell the same. No matter how much you fussed about where to put all your things, everything still felt ever so slightly wrong.
It wasn’t like you wanted to move either, but your landlord basically forced it onto you. Rent was getting to be much too expensive, and you just couldn’t keep up with what he was asking for. It was a little depressing, really.
Hm.
Which is why you’ve decided to treat yourself! You bought yourself a clock!!! You didn’t really need one – like anyone else in this day and age, you already had your phone if you needed to see the time. However, a clock just seemed nice to have. After all, nothing brings a room together like a good clock.
…Though, the truth was, you weren’t sure why you even wanted a clock. You wanted to treat yourself with something, with the added benefit of getting to know this part of town better, so you ventured to the local corner store to see what they had. You weren’t exactly hunting for a clock specifically, but… Something drew you to it. Maybe it looked cute. Maybe it was just because it was shaped like a cat. You did like cats, after all. It had such cute proportions too: A big head with cartoonish eyes, and a small body that housed the clock face itself - like the type of clock you would see in older cartoons. It had such a nice glossy, dark blue exterior too. One look at its feline grin had lit a fire inside you, one that melted your heart. Just under fifteen dollars later, it was yours.
And now, it was on your wall! Its eyes swing left and right in sync with its white-tipped tail as it quietly ticks the seconds away. You supposed it was too late to regret buying it. Besides, it really is cute.
With a yawn and a stretch, you realize that you ought to catch some sleep soon. You have to talk with the movers again tomorrow. With a groan, you knew it would be an all-day affair. You’ve missed enough time (and pay!) at work as is… Maybe you should get rid of some of your stuff. Maybe that corner store takes donations…?
Getting up from your desk, you begin the walk to your kitchen. You were feeling a little peckish, so a light snack would be in order first. Then a shower, then straight to bed--… Wait.
Was your clock, glowing?
It took you a moment to notice, then another to fully realize it, but your Vintage KittyClock Classictm has taken on a bluish glow in the fading light. It… wasn’t supposed to glow in the dark, right? You were sure that the store clerk hadn’t mentioned that when you bought it, but – you supposed they had no reason to. Still, there was something eerie about the way it seemed to shimmer as your room continues to darken with the sinking sun.
You warily approach it, saddled with a growing feeling of dread. Once you get close enough, you do what anyone would do when their product is malfunctioning. You poke it. Immediately, the clock stops ticking. Its tail loosely swings to a stop, as if whatever mechanism that had been driving it suddenly broke. The clock’s eyes also stop moving, and they look directly at you. Its gaze was creepy in a kind of endearing way before, but now? Looking it in the eye sends a shiver up your back.
And then it gets so much weirder.
Everything happens too quickly for you to fully process, but the clock’s glow intensifies into an outright shine. You’re nearly blinded as your eyes adjust to the light, but you could see fingers emerging through the clock’s surface as if it were like water. They’re large and stubby, but they grip the clock’s edges easily enough. However, they seem to struggle as they pull, pull, and pull. Soon, two pointed things – ears? – breach the clock’s face, followed by a head of thick, full hair. Dark eyes with yellow pupils roll to face you, prompting you to step back. The clock nearly stretches apart as the creature’s fingers – no, paws gain better leverage. As all this happens, your mind begins to race. What is this thing? Just what did you buy? Maybe you’re dreaming? Maybe you’re… you’re…?
Your frantic race for an explanation begins to fizzle out as you hear the creature let out a feline growl. With a thump, it plants its paw against the wall – hard enough for the sound to startle you something fierce. You lose your footing, falling onto your rump as you find yourself powerless to do anything but watch. With a mighty tug, the rest of its face emerges, revealing a catlike snout with a Cheshire grin. Another tug, and its chest wobbles free. Finally, with a bit more effort, its wide, round hips emerge with a pop, leaving its ghostly tail as its only connection to the clock. However, even that is severed as the specter flies above you, arms outstretched as it lets out a triumphant laugh.
“Ny~ahaha~! Oh, finally.~” The phantom says as it… she? descends upon your bed, slipping beneath the blankets. She hugs around your pillow once she emerges, pulling it to her generous chest. “You have nyo idea how stuffy it was in there, babe. Word of advice, nyever possess something smaller than mew.~”
You blink. You’re still processing what just happened.
“Po--…P-Possess?”, you manage to croak, “You mean, you’re a…--”
“Ghost? Mmmmhm.~” The specter purrs, a deep, guttural vibration that you could feel even from over here. “Nyaaa, what’s wrong? Nyever seen one before?”
No? The answer is blindingly obvious, yet you weren’t even sure if you would dare to speak. The specter gives you a sly look from her place on your bed, resting her chin on one of her fat paws. Darkness had completely fallen outside by now, yet the cat exudes a glow bright enough to bathe half your room in a gentle, soothing blue. Her eyes were half-lidded, with a large set of lashes to accompany them. Her ears didn’t swivel. They, like her gaze, were directed right at you, as if analyzing you for any kind of reaction. After a bit, Spectre lets out a giggle, causing you to wince as she breaks the silence. She digs her long, sharp claws into your pillow as she kneads it.
“Come here, hon~” She beckons with a finger, “Mew look purretty tense.”
You don’t react.
At least, not at first.
“Hrmmm. Are mew really just gonnya sit there? Don’t make me come get mew.~” Her wispy tail pokes out from beneath your blankets, swaying and curling in an idle, feline way. You could tell that she was comfortably, completely in control of the situation. She rubs her face against your pillow, purring up a storm. You weren’t sure why, but you could feel yourself calming down. It was something about her – her smooth voice, her catlike mannerisms, and the low rumble deep within her chest that was disarming. You didn’t even feel all that scared anymore. Against your better judgement, you stand and take a step towards her. Then another. Before you know it, you’ve closed the distance considerably. Her purring gets louder the closer you are, and you feel more and more like you’re in a trance. You manage to stop yourself before you outright get into bed with her.
“Nyawww.~” She sounds so disappointed. “Nyot gonnya join me? It’s getting nyawfully late, mew know.~” Prrrr, prrrrr.~ It takes a considerable amount of effort to resist snuggling up to this adorable kitty. Though - W-Why would you even want to? You instead sit down at the foot of the bed, looking at her with dulled confusion as she makes herself quite at home. Her purrs don’t let up as she starts to groom herself. She drags her tongue across the back of her paw, before closing her eyes and batting at one of her ears. After a moment, she’s looking right at you. Were you staring?
“Uh—”
“So.~” She cuts you off. Her wispy tail snakes out from beneath the covers, and you watch as it thickens and reincorporates into something more solid. A fluffy, tufted cat’s tail begins to curl beneath your chin, tickling your cheek. ”Purrhaps we got off on the wrong foot, nya?” She asks with a tilt of her head, “My name is Spectre.~ What’s myour nyame, mrrr?~”
“I’m… I’m, uh.” You were just about to give your name, before you realize you had no reason to go along with this. You… also do your best to ignore her round tipped feather duster of a tail as it starts to brush past one of your ears. “N-No. Wait. What are you?” Spectre gives you a pointed look. As if you asked a silly question.
“A ghost? A nyantom, mew might say. Purrhaps even a paw~ltergeist? Mwehehee.~” As if it were obvious. She runs a paw through her hair, slicking it back for a moment. It flops forward once more, regaining its shape as it falls around her fluffy-cheeked face. “We established that, I thought.~”
“I—Okay - You’re a ghost. …Sure,” you say, accepting that for now, “What are you doing in my apartment?”
“I should be asking mew that,” She teases, “Mew bought me, nyafter all.~”
“I didn’t buy you,” you retort, “I bought a… a clock.” Though you weren’t so sure of that now.
“Mrrr…~ Did mew nyow~?” She asks, her voice muffled as she buries her snout in your pillow.
“Uh, yeah? It’s right over... there,” Your words wilt as you look over at the clock on your wall. Gone was that smooth, blue finish – or any resemblance to a cat, really. It was just a normal black and white clock. Round face, round body, dutifully ticking away. As you stare, you remember something. This ghost, she did say she possessed the clock, didn’t she?
You rub your temples. Okay. This… okay.
“Mmm…” You could hear her hum, before you suddenly feel something hoist you up! You were so distracted, you hadn’t noticed her tail as it slowly wrapped around your middle. You start to flail as she lifts you up, up, up above your bed. Her tail coils around you like a snake, keeping you nice and secure. Not that that gave you any real peace of mind.
“W,What are you doing!? Let me go!” You shout. Your world starts to spin as you process how high you are. It had to be only a few feet, but it didn’t make it any less disorienting! Below you, your ghastly guest reclines on your bed, paws behind her head as she looks up at you.
“Let mew go? Mwehe, why sure.~”
Suddenly, her tail dissipates and you phase right through! You clench your eyes shut, and hardly get a chance to scream before - Bwmff!~ - you hit something very, very soft. You open your eyes as you feel a pair of arms wrap around your middle.
“Nice of mew to finyally join me!” She offers you a grin, “Took mew long enough~”
You’re laying atop her now, trapped in a gentle hug. Her poltergeist paws are already exploring your back, kneading you through your shirt. Her fingers grope and tease your sides, causing you to squirm and wiggle in her grip. You were able to get a good look at her, now that you weren’t panicking or floating in the air, or- anything other than laying against her. She is big, much bigger than you – a fact that was especially clear now that you were this close to her. Her body is a bright, uniform cyan that gives off a subtle, wispy, foggy glow. Her hair – no, her mane is so thick and long. It’s a deep, intense blue that ends in a pure, ghostly white. It contours around much of her face, leaving some of it obscured by her heavy locks. Despite this, her eyes seem to pierce right through her hair. They’re an abyssal, dark blue – with intense yellow irises. Her pupils are mere slits, looking down at you with a predatory - or maybe even demonic – air despite her calm, almost sleepy expression. Instead of legs, her body seems to end beneath her hips, tapering into a ghostly, feline tail. Blue tufts of fur fill her ears, and a pair of fangs can be seen jutting from beneath her upper lip – a clue as to the razor-sharp chompers that line her mouth.
You blush.
It’s also at this point that you realize she was naked. Not, ‘naked’ in a cartoon animal kind of way, but. Your face was halfway buried between her bare tits. A thick tuft of fur fills the space in her cleavage, tickling your face as you try to push yourself away. You look up at her, and she offers you a lazy smile, letting her tongue slip between her lips.~ It’s a deep, dark blue – more vivid than her hair, and it’s seemingly outlined in white. A cover shared by the thick, slimy saliva it was coated in. Her grip is firm, but she relents a bit, just enough to let you pull your face from her bosom.
“What—What do you, um, want from me?” You ask, feeling vulnerable against her. Your hands sink into her ghostly gut, and they felt this close to phasing right through. You had a million more questions ricocheting around inside your head. Like, how are ghosts real? Why did she possess a clock? Are you dreaming? But, you had a feeling you weren’t going to get much of an answer for any of those.
“Mrrrow…~ What do I want furrom mew?” She repeats, slathering your question with a healthy dose of feline flavor. She pinches your cheek, tilting her head. “I don’t want anything furrom mew, cutie.~ I want mew.~”
“Wh,what do you mean?” You quickly ask, feeling your cheeks heat up. She giggles, before her chest begins to rumble. She purrrrrs against you, closing her eyes peacefully. Those chest rumbles were disarming before, but now that you were leaning against her? It felt like your soul was vibrating and being massaged at the same time. All of your worries crumble away, leaving you feeling so, so relaxed. What did she do to you? You seem to recall something that you read online once – something about the calming property of cats’ purrs? You want to say something, but all that comes out is a relaxed, content little moan.
She doesn’t give you an answer – instead opting to demonstrate. Her paws slide further down your back, causing you to arch it as they reach your rear. She gives you a mighty squeeze, making you squeak as her paws dig into your tender behind. Her fingers catch on the hem of your pants, and slowly pull them. Her tail hooks around them once they’re partway down and it tugs them the rest of the way. You begin to pant as she pulls you close to her again – and you don’t fight it this time. Her fur feels… weird, against your exposed skin. It is ethereal, in a way that makes it impossibly soft. It’s a medium length, and very thick from what you could tell. Her purrs have settled down from the quaking intensity they had before, but a gentle hum still persists, keeping you nice and relaxed. Your hands search for something to hold onto, so you’re not laying there completely limp. They find something soft, and you soon realize that it’s her chest. Your thumbs end up on her pert nipples, a pair of dark blue nubs on her otherwise smooth, furry sweaterkittens. Your hands seem to act on their own, and you find yourself teasing your new friend a bit.
“Prrrp?~ Nyow mew’re speaking my language.” She gently grabs your arms as you brush her nipples with your thumbs, before you give them a gentle squeeze. Her purrs intensify for a moment every time your fingers touch them, and she guides your hands beneath her bust, helping you heft it a few times. After a while, you’re doing it on your own, giggling at how heavy that chest is. It wobbles in your palms, and you can’t get enough of how it sloshes when you just, let it drop back down. For a wayward spirit, she had some real weight to her. Soon, her paws end up beneath your arms and she lifts you up and off her form. You end up kneeling on the bed in front of her, but you aren’t alone for long. She gets onto her ‘knees’, and crawls up against you. Your gaze meets hers and your heart just melts on the spot. You can’t help but giggle in glee as she presses her lips against your cheek, peppering it – and the rest of your face in gentle little kisses! Her snout ends up beneath your chin, pressed up to your neck, and she keeps up the assault, almost pushing you onto your back. A little nibble here, a loving lick there…~ She purrs right into you, making you gasp, sigh in pure bliss.
Since when were you two such close friends? You honestly didn’t know, but you weren’t really about to complain. You felt a little hazy, sure, but… You also felt so relaxed, so chill, and… as you squeeze your bare legs together, you knew you felt a little more than just friendship towards your ghostly partner.~
You look down as her paw lands on your thigh, close to your crotch. You look back up to see that her face is very close to yours. Spectre licks her lips, and you had a good feeling you knew what was coming next. You start to blush again, heart pounding in anticipation as she draws nearer… Mmmffh!
Spectre’s lips smush against your own. They didn’t look it from the outset, but they were quite plump, reminding you of a set of pillows as they cushily push against yours. By the time she breaks it off, you’re already a bit of a mess. Your heart beats heavily in your chest, and you rub your elbow as you demurely look up at your best friend in the whole world. You… you weren’t even sure what to say. This was all so sudden – but so, so nice.
“Oh, oh my gosh…” You mutter softly, before continuing, “Spectre, I—mmmn~mmffh!~”
The moment you opened your mouth, it was all over. She goes in for the kill, tilting her head this time, helping to lock lips with you, and pressing her paws against your back to keep you right where you are. Her tongue pushes its way into your mouth too, licking and lapping at the insides of your cheeks. You felt like you were in heaven. She purrs into you, keeping you calm, relaxed, and drowning in sapphic bliss. You opt to hug her in return, running your hands through her silky hair as it glides down her back. Her tongue makes its size known as it pushes further and further, easily filling your maw with its presence. You were powerless but to suck on it, helping to draw it in even deeper, until your mouth didn’t even taste like your own anymore. It was filled with her slick, sticky ectoplasm.
Even still, her tongue kept going.
Your eyes widen a bit, and you let out a confused “ghhlk--?” as her tongue pushes its way deeper into your mouth. You instinctively break the kiss, leaning back, but you don’t get away that easily. She immediately moves to close the gap. Your noses bump together as her paws pull you close, tightening her hold on you. She closes her eyes, letting out a sigh as it jams its way past your mouth and down your throat. Her fat, slick tongue fills your throat with an alarming ease, giving you a strange sense of fullness as it totally violates you. Beyond that, you couldn’t help but notice that you could still breathe despite it all! Blame it on your lover’s ethereal nature. Sopping wet sounds fill your head as her tongue snakes deeper inside you, taking its time to taste and savor as much of you as it could. You find yourself sucking on her tongue with a newfound hunger, drinking down her saliva. It was the only thing you could do to keep your mouth from overflowing with it. You feel her breasts heave against you once again as an especially deep purr vibrates your very being.
Before you know it, your back hits the sheets, and each of Spectre’s paws flank your head. They gently tilt you this way and that, all to better position you for this passionate kiss. You let out an embarrassing moan as she grinds against you, paying special attention to what you had down there. She was big enough to totally subsume your lower half, thanks in no small part to those massive hips, and she was going to take full advantage. You crack open an eye to see her looking right at you, with those deep, dark eyes. She gives you one last push, forcing you to clench them shut again as an especially wet sqllch fills your ears. It’d be enough to send you completely over the edge, but then…
She’s gone.
Suddenly, the weight that was grinding you to dust disappears. One moment, she was railing you with just her tongue alone. The next moment, you were lying alone in bed, taking in as much fresh air as you could. It was like it never happened.
Well, almost. As you shakily sit up, you wipe a bit of drool from your lips. You run your tongue around the inside of your mouth, shuddering as it feels so slick, sticky, and full of ectoplasmic saliva. Your mouth still thoroughly tastes like her, that’s for sure.
Now that your mind wasn’t buzzing with constant purrs and… everything else, you could think a bit more clearly. What just happened to you? Where did Spectre go? She was kinda cute, and… You didn’t want to say you missed her, but… Ugh. You shake your head as your breathing begins to calm, doing your best to ignore the growing ache between your legs.
What you need is a shower.
Your breath hitches as you get to your feet – and a rumble wells up in your chest as your entire body shudders. You walk by the clock as you make your way to the bathroom, giving it a glance as you go. You should’ve treated yourself with something tasty to eat instead. The walk takes longer than you’d expected – and the further you go, the more you start to feel… out of it. Your breath turns heavy by the time you push the bathroom door open. It takes you a moment to find the light switch, andheywait—
Was your hair always this long?
Your eyes take a moment to adjust to the light, but the first thing you see is yourself in the mirror. A lock of your shoulder length hair falls in front of your face, and you brush it away. It wasn’t this long before. You weren’t hallucinating, right? It wasn’t this long before. You were quite proud of the neat, tidy bob-cut you had before, but it looks much wilder now as it splayed across your shoulders, lightening at the tips. Your hands wander to your chest – you had a feeling that it was a little bigger than before too.
You run your hand through your soft hair now, wondering just what to do. You didn’t hate the look, butwaitwhy is your hand moving.
Your hand returns to your chest, completely on its own. You start to feel yourself up through your shirt, running your hand along your steadily growing tit. Your other arm begins to move, doing the same with the other side of your bosom. You find yourself caught between fear and fluster as you knead yourself like dough, drawing out more and more of your supple chest. You dig your claws – claws?? – into your shirt, revealing some of your new bust in places where you tear the fabric. Once they’re big enough to fill your hands and then some, you let go of them. They make a resounding wobble as they drop, causing your body to shudder once more as a wave of haze crashes into you. A thick tuft of fur pwoomfs out from between your new cleavage. More fur grows and thickens, radiating from that spot as it covers your bust in a blanket of blue.
The fur washes down your arms, thickening as they reach your clawed hands – paws, really. Your clench them as your palms begin to fatten up, turning darker as they transition to a set of cushy pads. The changes aren’t done yet – the tips of your fingers get the same padded treatment as your digits shorten. Then, with another poomf, they thicken considerably – growing big enough to cover your entire face. You try to curl them, looking at your paws in sheer bewilderment, noting just how much dexterity you’ve lost – and so quickly too. You lose control of them again as they return to your chest, seemingly unsatisfied with their work so far. Your breath begins to rumble as you feel yourself up, causing your shirt to strain as your bust grows anew, fur thickening and turning a deeper shade of blue. You pinch one of your growing nipples, causing you to mewl in surprise. The weight was starting to throw you off balance, and you find yourself leaning against the sink as you struggle to stay up on your feet. You feel a pressure at the root of your back, and ohh, oh god.
“Mrr..Mrr~rrrow~~?!” You cry out in shock as you feel your spine lengthen straight out your back. You look back to see a fuzzy blue tail curl through the air, stopping only once it hits the back wall. It’s so big and long and incredibly fluffy and you can control it??? The feeling is so alien to you, but it readily responds to your commands, swishing this way and that – causing a clatter as it knocks over a shampoo bottle or two. The changes quicken now. By the time you look back at the mirror, your face is covered with that same blue fuzz. Your nose lengthens out into a feline snout as your hair completely shifts to a nice, comfy blue and white. It reaches down to your widening hips now, contouring and slightly obscuring your face as it flows. Good thing you weren’t wearing pants still, because you had a feeling they would’ve met an even worse fate than your shirt. A wave crashes over the remainder of your body as fur claims your legs and footpaws. Your legs also begin to wobble and you nearly fall as you could feel their structure change – going from plantigrade to being forced to stand on your toes. You stumble back a little, your tail catching you before you take a tumble. You look down at your feet and oh my god were you always this tall? You give your knees an experimental bend as you feel an itch on your head. An experimental pat confirms that – yep – your ears have relocated. A pair of cute little triangles poke through your mane and you feel like you can hear everything. You realize that you’re still holding your tits by this point and by god they’re huge now. They’re so big, so perky and you twist a little just to watch them bounce and sway. They’re begging to be let out of your poor, ruined shirt. Their ample flesh and fluff spills over your collar, threatening to burst out. One of your paws, this time of your own volition, wanders down to your plump thighs, mind drifting to how slick they felt in between…
“Mrrrow.~ My, my,” comes a voice, your heart skipping as you realize it was your own, “Looks like someone’s nyanjoying themselves, hmm?~”
You gasp, covering your mouth as you look in the mirror! Your paw begins to shake as you fight for control, but it slips behind your back as you put on a wide, thin Cheshire grin. Oh, oh no.
“Nyo need to thank me, nya.~” You? say as you lick over your predatory teeth. Your azure tongue licks over your snout as you check yourself out in detail. Suddenly, those brown eyes of yours look a lot sultrier. You watch as your irises shift in color, as if a yellow liquid were being poured into them. “Just seeing the look on mewr face was enough fur me.”
Despite your efforts to the contrary, you hook a claw into your collar and give it a hefty TUG, tearing your shirt completely down the middle. Your tits bounce in complete freedom now, and you let out a sleepy myaaa~wn, as you give mewrself a nice stretch. You feel yourself up, padded fingers touching your two, four, six nipples and you’re finding it really hard to muster up the will to resist…
“S,Spectre!” you gasp, voice quivering between huffs, “Wh,What did you…?! What did mew…? Prrr~rrr, get out of my body…” You huff, cheeks burning as you curl your tail.
“Nyo.~” mew argue against meowrself, putting your paws to your cheeks, “Prrrr…~ It’s been so long since I’ve had a body…~ Surely mew could spare myours fur a while?~ Just look at us,” mew purr, “We’re so cute.~”
“We’re… cute?” You repeat, feeling a familiar haze coming on as you get another look at yourself in the mirror. From the way your thick, soft hair curled at your shoulders before flowing down your back – the way your fluffy pillows bwobbled with every little movement, and god that tail?? Half of it is forced up against the door behind you, it’s so long and fwoomfy. You were at least six feet tall, and with a heckuva figure to match.
It was… really sensitive too.
And the feeling of sharing your body was… exhilarating. You were quickly losing control, you knew that, but the mere thought of that made your heart flutter. Your thoughts mingle and mix with that of a hedonistic, snuggly kitty ghost – and you wonder where yours ended and hers began.~ Did it matter? You weren’t really you anymore, or were you? Someone else has all but taken the wheel, and your body had totally changed to reflect that. Was it even your body anymore? You… you had to admit, you had a dream like this more than once... You start to hug yourself, hefting your tits as you sleepily giggle… “We… Prrrr, we nyare purretty cute, nyaren’t we?~”
“Mmmhrm.~” Spectre hums in agreement. Your new passenger spins you round, knocking over another set of bottles with her tail as she pushes the door open. “Mnnya, I’m purretty hungry. How’s about I get something to eat, mm?~”
W,were you hungry? You recall thinking as much before… maybe, but—Wait, she wasn’t referring to you anymore, was she?
You… She opens her fridge, eyes widening as she marvels at all her food! Gosh, she really knew how to stock up, huh? She pulls out a tray of leftover lasagna, mouth already watering. She licks her lips hungrily as she sets it on the counter. Oh, this looks delicious! And why wait for it to warm up in the microwave? She puts her paws to it, warming it up in an instant, before digging in. She eats in a ravenous frenzy, downing piece after piece with barely any time to chew. Spectre licks the bottom of the tray once she’s done, getting every last bit of cheese. Tossing it away, she digs into her fridge some more, finding some slices of cake someone had given you. It was probably to welcome you to your new home or something, butnomf. Downing them in short order, moving on after taking a moment to burp. Events start to blur together as she empties out her fridge, and you could feel what used to be your body grow bigger, plumper. You could feel your weight a lot more, especially down towards your softening middle and widening thighs. As your prehensile tongue wraps around yet another thick, heavy brownie, something happens. Your world slowly fades to black as your consciousness slips from you completely, lulled to a deep sleep to the sounds of munching, purrs, and hefty, girlish belches.
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Then, you wake up.
You feel woozy.
Nothing hurts or anything, but you felt so drowsy. Like you decided to spend the entire night running a marathon over and over. Maybe it was related to that dream you had? Your cheeks redden as you recall it. It was… quite the rollercoaster for sure. Not one you’d want to talk about to like! Anyone! Ever!?? To be honest! You shudder as you move your hands, flicking an ear as you hear the crinkling of paper. You lift your hand, squinting as a note comes into view.
Thank mew so much fur having me over.♡ Fur being such a grr~eat host, I thought I would leave mew with a gift. Hope mew don’t mind! Keep in touch.
Meowmeowmeow~
♡ S
“Gift…?” You purr, “What gift--…”
You barely finish your question as your words die in your throat. You??? did not sound that girly before??? As you put your hand up to your neck, you flinch as your palm meets a thick layer of soft fur. Speaking of your hand, you look down at the note again – specifically the hand holding it. Though, a paw would be a better descriptor. Dark, squishy beans make up your palm and the ends of your stubby fingers.
You also realize that you’re chubby. More than that, you’re kinda fat. You hold your tummy in your paws and heft it a little, remarking on how heavy and soft it was. Your tummy is at least twice the size it used to be, and very squooshy. Your fooling around seems to excite it as a low, squealing gurgle reaches your ears and the thought of breakfast slips into your head. Oh god. Wait oh my god. The realization dawns on you that you are not dreaming. You really did make out with a giant cat ghost last night, and she really did possess your body. And what’s worse is that from the looks of it, she’s left her mark on you.
What’s even worse is that you… weren’t exactly scared. Or even bothered by this? Should you be?? You play with your tail a bit, maybe grabbing a paw full of belly just to see how soft mew are! You lick your lips, noting that you didn’t have the wet, dripping tentacle that Spectre did. You were pretty disappointed in that, but… You could do this!
“Prrrr… Prrrrrr…~” Delighted, content purrs vibrate beneath your bouncy, fluffy chest, giving each breath a nice, soothing prrrumble as you get to your digitigrade feet. You felt… heavier, especially with all your weight balanced onto your toes like this, but your tail works to balance you. You vaguely remembered what you looked like last night, but it seemed you managed to gather a few more pounds along the way. Along with your tummy, your thighs, cheeks, and bust seemed to have gotten a bit of an upgrade, rounding you out a bit. Aside from the color of your eyes, no longer that vibrant yellow, you didn’t resemble your old self one bit. The shirt you had before is long gone, though you had a feeling you’d find what’s left of it if you ventured to the bathroom. But! You felt… good. This was really nice, actually. You had a feeling that Spectre might have been right. Maybe a part of you kinda… did want this, as weird as it was to admit. You had a feeling that that wasn’t the last you’d see of her either. Either way…
Talking to the movers today is going to be an experience for sure.
The thought makes you giggle. Just yesterday, you found yourself having to look up at the movers as you discussed where you wanted your things. Now? You’d purrobably tower over them! And just what would they think of a tall, thickly furred, thickly padded cat girl like yourself?
You have something of a spring in your step as you hop out of bed, purracticing your meows as you make your way to the kitchen. “Mrrrow? Mrrreow…~ Mrrr, mrrrroww mrow mrrrow~!” Your voice feels so light and airy as you trill and mewl to your heart’s content! If what happened last night was real, and it clearly was, you had a feeling you’d need to clean the kitchen asap. After that, you’d have to think about clothes. Your pelt covered your six(!) nipples and hid what was between your legs well enough. Maybe you didn’t need clothes? You’d probably get hot in them anyway.
You wipe the nonexistent sweat from your brow as you finish up, just in time to hear a ring from your phone! Darting over to your bed, you struggle with your pawbs to accept the call.
“Mrrr~ello?” you trill.
“Hey, Vince?” comes a voice on the other end, one of your friends. “It’s almost noon. You ready for the—Wait. Who is this?”
Oh! Right, your voice.
Maybe you should think of a new name for yourself? New body, new you! You look down at yourself, trying and failing to resist the urge to palm up your fuzzy gut some more. You weren’t as blue as Spectre was – more of a light purplish blue, with white along your belly and breasts. What color is this…? Oh! Periwinkle! Your old name was so boring, so…
“Oh, hehehe.~ Sorry, I had quite the night.” You lilt, feeling more than a little bit of euphoria as the cutest idea comes to mind, “I’m… nyot really Vince anymeowr. Um- Call me Purriwinkle!”
Ah wait—
“Prrr… Purri—…” Hold on, “P,Pehh~ri~winkle. Periwinkle! Peri fur short. It’s—It’s a long story. I’ll tell you once we meet, nyokay?”
You’ve been having a rough few days! Your friend is here to help. Your friend also happens to be a 9 foot tall plush wolfgirl?? Weird how that happens.
Wholesome stuff involving You™ and Lupa where you two talk and snuggle a bunch.
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“Hey. You, like, need a hug or somethin’?”
You reluctantly shift from your position in bed upon hearing the sound of her voice. You roll over just enough to see the source of it, only noticing the vast shadow cast upon you as you do.
“C’mon, dude. You’ve been laying there forever.”
Towering above you is a plush wolf, and boy is she huge. Half of her face is obscured by her flowing, deep blue hair, but her worried look is as clear as day. Dark, pointed ears pierce through her unkempt mane, flicking on occasion. As wildly voluminous as her hair is, there’s a certain smoothness to it as it flows down to her hips. Her legs are quite stocky, much like her arms, and a network of seams line her joints. You lift your face from your pillow for only a moment, hiding it once more the moment your gaze lands on her face.
Her question comes across as genuine worry under a veil of less than tactful wording… which is Lupa in a nutshell, when you come to think of it. She’s always been this way, a sheep in wolf’s clothing. You remember when you had first bought her from a yard sale. You didn’t know she was a nearly nine-foot-tall wolf at the time, since she had taken the form of a mostly normal looking, six-inch-tall plush. You can still remember the fright you had that first night.
But that’s getting away from the point. With her large plastic teeth, her claws, and that spiked collar she always wore, Lupa liked to look tough. She liked to act tough too. You recall the times she barked at you in an attempt to scare you, laughed at your expense, and the times she called you a ‘dork’. But as you had quickly found out, under that exterior, she was as soft as the material she was made of. Plushies were made for tenderness after all, and Lupa was no exception.
“Ugh. Look, dude. I’m not leaving until you tell me what’s wrong.”
Even if she wasn’t the best at expressing herself.
“Then you can stay there for all I care,” is what comes out, and those words immediately taste bitter in your mouth. You hear some shuffling, then a very quiet reply.
“I’m sorry.”
“Wait!” You dart upright, holding your hand out towards her. You had fully expected her to leave, but she was still there. Her shoulders were sagging now, and she rubs one of her arms with a paw. Her sharp, tall ears had lowered, and her tail was curled partly between her legs. She was avoiding your gaze now, which caused a flash of heat to run across your body. Self-consciousness. Embarrassment. You didn’t really want to talk about it – the thing that was making you upset. But at the same time, you felt like you owed her an explanation now. “Lupa, I…”
You decided to settle for an “I’m sorry,” for now.
“Ha. It’s okay. It’s, uh… It’s whatever.” She waves her paw dismissively.
“No, really, it’s—I’ve just… I haven’t been feeling… great, and—"
“Look. I get it,” she firmly doesn’t let you finish, slowly approaching. Her footfalls are heavy, but dampened by the soft material her feet were made of. Your bed creaks as she sits down with a grunt. “You’re, like… depressed, right?”
You wouldn’t put it that way.
You wouldn’t say you’re depressed, just… not feeling it, is all. Sure, something was bothering you, but couldn’t that be said by anyone? What you were going through, it wasn’t a big deal. You’ll live. Surely.
“Do you wanna talk about it?” you hear her ask. You didn’t realize you were even grabbing your pillow, but the question makes you clutch it even harder. She must have noticed, because her response comes quickly.
“Okay, okay, fine. We could always do something else, y’know,” she says with an air of indignance. You could hear the gentle rustle of soft material as she crosses her arms, “Like… Like—"
“Like what? Snuggle?” You cut in, shooting her a wry, knowing grin. One that causes Lupa to blanch.
“Uh-- Y-You don’t have to just-- just say it!” Despite everything, you can’t help but chuckle. She was so easy to read sometimes.
“Lupa, I know you,” You continue, “You like snuggling. You love it. I keep telling you that you don’t have to pretend around me,” you say as you lay back down. “I’m not going to judge you.” Out of the corner of your eye, you could see her fur begin to bristle.
“…Whatever. I’m supposed to be the one givin’ you advice right now, dude.”
B-Besides. It wasn’t like you wanted to snuggle or anything. You were doing just fine here, lying in bed and doing nothing in particular.
In fact, you only shrug, offering a noncommittal hum in response and letting your gaze drift up towards the ceiling. It’s an off-white, with just the slightest bit of paint peel. Just as you get acquainted with what you swear might be a water stain, you feel your entire bed creak and lean to one side. You hardly feel like doing anything to react. Lupa was a heavy girl. With hips like hers, it wasn’t exactly a surprise. It just came with the territory of being so big. What you don’t expect is a pair of arms that wrap around you, pulling you up towards a fluffy, fuzzy chest.
Lupa’s fur is warm, and so, so soft to the touch. You weren’t sure whether it was due to the same magic that made her like, well, This, but you weren’t sure if you cared either way. You feel you don’t get to appreciate it often enough as is. Beneath her thick grey and off-white fur is a hefty bosom. Pushing your face against it a little, you note that it feels like memory foam beneath all that fluff. It was squishy, but not too soft. Firm, but with just the right amount of give. Her paws gently caress you, each one at least as big as your entire face. A set of velvety pawpads glides against your cheek, giving you a good idea for how big the wolf’s paws really are. Her palm was like a pillow on its own. Without thinking, you decide to grab it.
It takes both of your hands to hold her paw properly, and you can’t help but marvel at its size and texture. Running your thumbs along her palm, watching the imprints that they leave in that shiny dark blue silk. Next, you squeeze one of her fingers. Her digits are thick and clumsy, not to mention fuzzy. They were like the halfway point between a hand and a simple wolf’s paw. As you squeeze, you find that there’s no bone to stop you. Despite the joints she clearly had, it was like you were squeezing any other stuffed animal. You’d almost find it weird if it weren’t forBwmnmffhh--…
Your thoughts completely derail as she pushes that paw right into your face, turning your world dark as you get a face full of pillowy softness. You want to push it away, but… It’s oddly therapeutic… She’s just holding her paw there, and you soon find that you’re the one trying to bring it closer, gently keeping your face pushed against it. The more you held it against you, the more you felt yourself unwind. You felt like you could just, scream all your feelings into it. But, all that comes out is a weak groan. You vent your latent frustration into it, murmuring as you stick your face in that tufted, furry space between her palm and her stubby digits.
“Mmm.~ What was it you said before?” You could hear her voice, muffled as it was. “I love snuggling?” Her teasing leaves you a little red in the face. It doesn’t help that she starts to move her stitched digits. Those pads squish against your skin as she gently squeezes your face. A part of you wanted to prove her wrong, to tell her this was something she wanted to do but oh my god this feels so good. You run your fingers along her arm and wiggle your head, nuzzling into the seemingly endless depths of her paw.
“Daww ~ I know that look,” you hear her say, clarity edging into her voice, “That sound too. I think I get it now. You’ve been stressed, huh? How long’s it been since you’ve relaxed?”
You don’t have an answer for that.
Light returns to you as she gently pulls her paw away. You almost wish she hadn’t done that, but your body relaxes even more as she starts to nuzzle against the top of your head.
“You’ve been staying up all night too, haven’t you? I could see it in your eyes…”
With a surprising amount of casual strength, she adjusts your position in this shared embrace. Rotating you so your face can be nestled up in a warm space beneath her chin, impossibly soft fur tickling your nose. The handle of her zipper quietly clanks as she guides you along.
“You haven’t been panicking about work again, have you?” Since when had her voice gotten so soft? A caring, almost motherly smoothness replaces the gruffer, meaner tone she had before.
Even still, you find that you can’t help but reply, “Maybe a little.”
“Guessin’ things have been pretty busy then, huh?”
Your mind runs through scenario after scenario as you consider your answer. Looming deadlines, filling slots for absent co-workers, a presentation for your boss that you have to complete by Monday. You’re paralyzed. You can’t respond.
“I… I, um…” Oh god, you should get up. How much time have you wasted laying here?
But she doesn’t let go. As soft as Lupa is, her grip is inescapable. It was a little scary how easily she could outright carry you. You forget that sometimes.
Instead, “Shhhh…~” she shushes you. Instead, both of her paws go to your head now. They gently angle you so you’re looking her right in the eye. You get to see the off-white fur that covers her face, her bushy brows furled in a look of genuine care and concern. She has just a hint of a pouty, black lip. So soft, so plump. On the side of her face that’s covered by her thick, blue locks, you see just a tiny bit of beige.
“You’re with me, now,” she says, “It’s okay. You’re okay. You deserve a chance to rest.”
You feel something snake up behind you, causing you to shudder as it slips against your body. The tip of it curls against the back of your head, before snaking around the back of your neck. What is that?
Turning around, you come face to face with the biggest darned tail you’d ever seen. The top half of it is the same dark grey that coats Lupa’s back. The bottom half, the part facing you, is an inviting tint of white – the same white that coats her face, her chest, and her pudgy tummy. The tail’s end flicks your nose, nearly causing you to sneeze.
“I think it wants you to huuug iiit.~” She teases, stifling a giggle. “Go ahead, I don’t think it’s taking no for an answer.”
You glance up at her, and she’s got just the widest grin on her face. Those big, sharp teeth would unnerve you if you didn’t know how much of a big softie she was, figuratively and literally. The wolf’s smile is contagious, and you can’t help but oblige her. With a pwoomff, that tail is easily squeezed between your arms. It is so warm. Long, synthetic fibers squish against you as you hug it tighter and tighter, squeezing out the last memories of your frustrating day. At one point, her head rests on your shoulder, her hair obscuring your vision as she leans against you, resting a tufted cheek against your own.
“Feeling better?” She asks quietly.
“Mmm,” is all you can say in return. She was so comfy. You were fighting the urge to fall sleep…
“Yes? Nooo? Come ooo~on.~” She goads. The sound of her voice so close to your ear gives you a weird feeling. A feeling that’s immediately overshadowed by the sensation of—her lips against your cheek??
“H,Hey! What are you doing?” You blurt out, rolling over and putting your hands to her chest. You don’t exactly push her away, but… She looks you in the eye, considering her words for a moment.
“…You told me that I didn’t have to pretend,” she simply replies. Seeing your blank stare causes her expression to wilt a little, spurring her to continue, “I, kinda like you. I think you’re… cool. M-Maybe I got ahead of myself but— I like… being with you, helping you feel better. …Holding you.” You notice she gets a lot quieter at the end.
You keep staring.
“Wh,What do you want me to say? That you were right? That I love getting to, y’know… Ugh. Y-You know… ‘Ooh, ahh, cuddling you makes me feel all nice and gooey inside!’ Is that it?”
“Are you… saying you love me?”
“I don’t know! No? Maybe. I just, want to make sure you’re alright, dude. It’s the least I could do, right? After what you’ve done for me? I’m… I feel… protective, of you. Look, I’m sorry about the kiss. I should’a asked you first. I just… like you a lot, okay?”
It takes you a moment to consider her words and to take it all in. She wasn’t usually this sentimental. You watch as she fidgets with her paw, lifting it up to her bangs, to that beige spot. It was a literal eyepatch, with a heart embroidered in the center. The one you made for her the day you bought her.
…You start to get it now.
“Well, I… like you a lot too, Lupa”, is what you eventually offer with an awkward grin. Lupa stares down at you, before breaking into a snicker. Then a laugh.
“Oh my god, I’m bad at this, aren’t I?”
“No, no…” You sigh, resting your head against her chest once more, closing your eyes. “Personally? I’d say you’re pretty good.” You could feel her fur begin to bristle as your plushie’s emotions begin to rise. Just beyond her, at the edge of your bed, you could hear a repeated thump, thump, thump.
“Is that your tail?”
“No!” she blurts out all too quickly. “Well—…" You open an eye, giving her a discerning stare. You could clearly see it swish through the air, thumping against the side of the bed. That thing was as long as she is tall, and with a thickness to match.
“Lupa…” You coo, “Luuuupaaaaa…~”
“Yeah, yeah,” She dismisses you, jamming that paw against your face, probably just to shush you up, “Laugh it up, dork.”
She doesn’t fight you as you push it away, shooting her a look – one she responds to by sticking out her tongue. You try your best to look angry, but… Gosh, this is just silly, isn’t it? You break into a snicker, then a chuckle, one that she shares with you. You grab a handful of her chest fluff, pulling yourself close to her. You’re not sure how long you spend just, laying there, snuggling up to your best friend, but…
It feels nice to relax.
You aren’t worried about your deadlines, your responsibilities anymore. What matters is getting to relax, snuggle up, and maybe even doze off. Your hand wanders down to your wolfy friend’s tummy. It was very soft, much like her chest, and you enjoy the feeling of its gentle rise and fall. It was more than a bit pudgy too, thanks to her healthy (and costly, you might add) diet of couch cushions, blankets, and pillows. A part of you wondered if you could use it as a pillow.
“You know…~” She eventually lilts, “I think I deserve something after you were so rude to me earlier…~”
“Hmm? What do you mean?” You ask, more than a little bleary-eyed after laying against her for so long.
“Oh, you know…”
You feel those big, strong paws push you aside, and… pwomff, she lays on top of you, her head resting atop your chest. It felt like you were laying beneath a particularly thick blanket in terms of weight. Looking up, that tail swishes in the air above you, betraying her mischief.
“…Lupa?”
Now that she has you right where she wants you, she hesitates. Averting her gaze with an uncharacteristic shyness, putting a paw to her mouth as she thinks.
“I’d… understand. If you don’t want to, since I made it kinda… awkward before, but.” You see her drum her thick, mascot suit-like fingers against the sheets, “Is it okay if we kissed?”
You blink, face reddening a bit… You weren’t exactly against what had happened earlier. It was just a bit of a surprise. Even still, you weren’t completely sure. Then again…
You two had been through a lot together. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t have some kind of feelings for her. She was in rough shape when you two first met – a neglected toy with tears and even a missing eye. You couldn’t just leave her like that! You did what anyone would do. You patched her up, washed her, and gave her the love she deserved. And that was before you found out she could transform into a hulking beast of a wolf – one that smothered you with her paws, had a voice with a bit of an indignant edge to it, and had trouble expressing what she really wanted.
A wolf who was so full of compassion and care, even if it was sometimes hard to get her to admit it. If it wasn’t for her, you’d probably be having a panic attack right now. You… You…
“Y’know what?” You begin to sit up, shuffling so that your back rests against the headboard, “Sure.”
“Really?” Her voice jumps an octave before smoothing back out, “Oh! Um! Okay. Cool.” She crawls closer to you, keeping her gaze transfixed on you as she looms, looms, looms. Her broad shoulders seem to shake a little as her muzzle draws closer to you. Everything about her was big. Bigger than you for sure. Seconds felt like minutes as she draws the moment out, until…
“Mmp.”
Her lips press against yours. Her eye is clenched shut as she tenses up. Then, she opens it and leans away.
“Um—”
You open your mouth to say something – but thanks to what happens next, you’ve already forgotten what it was. Lupa doesn’t wait for you to finish, instead jamming her lips against you! She tilts her head, warm breath hitting your face as she tries to lock lips with you. You don’t stop her – you don’t want to stop her, raising your arms to grab behind her neck and pull her closer. She doesn’t stop there, though. Instead, she grabs you, resting a paw on your shoulder and pulling you into a one-armed hug. Her lips squish against your cheek once, then twice, thrice, four times. She’s nuzzling into you so hard you’re worried she’ll somehow go right through you. Her tail is wagging fiercely now, and she can’t suppress her girlish giggling and wolfish growls as she opts to peck your lips another time, yet another tender mwah filling the room.
“Gosh, Lupa!” You tilt your head as she continues her assault. If those dark lips were covered in real gloss, you were sure you’d be covered in stains right now. “What’s gotten into you?”
“Oh, I’m so sorry.~” You’re sure she isn’t. “Once I get a taste, I just have to come back for more~” She sticks her tongue out, and… drags it across your cheek. With its subtle sheen and smoothness, it feels like satin against your skin.
“You’re so tasty too,” she teases, laying against you, nestling her head on your shoulder once more, “I could just eat you up.” You roll your eyes.
“You wouldn’t.”
“Wouldn’t I? Maybe I should now, just to prove you wrong!” she rebuts, and you stifle an embarrassingly shrill squeak as her plastic teeth gently nibble down on your ear.
“Ah, ah, okay, okay! You made your point!” You surrender immediately, earning you a low snicker. You were sure she could actually eat you if she really wanted to…
But… She yawns instead.
“Someone getting sleepy?” You ask. She scoffs, rolling her eyes.
“Ha! No. I don’t get tired like you do, you dweeb,” she gives you a smug look, tilting her head. “Look at you, you’re thiiis close to just falling asleep, aren’t you?” You fight back a yawn as you two stare at each other. Thankfully, she yawns first.
“But… That… did tucker me out,” she quietly admits. “A little.” Her head rests atop your own with a soft fwump, and she nuzzles right into your hair. You look up at her with a newfound smugness of your own, sticking your tongue out at her, to which she makes the cutest groan in response.
“Goooodnight, Lupa…” you say.
“Yeah? Goodnight,” she replies. Her lips squoosh to your cheek for one last kiss. “Dork.” You can’t help but giggle. This… was nice. Your best friend is snuggled up to you, absolutely spooning you, paws resting securely on your chest. You’d want a blanket, but Lupa already has that covered. She has her tail draped across your body, and her warmth washes over you. With one last yawn, you finally let yourself drift off to sleep.
Wow!!! I wrote a LOT of plushie related stories, and pretty much all of them were about Lupa
I figured I'd make a master post linking them all in order, to make them easier to find ^w^ Most of these are second-person POV.
Works I've Written:
Contact Heal
Wholesome POV about You and Lupa where you two talk and snuggle a bunch.
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Comfort Zone Part 1 & Part 2
You have a comfy morning exploring your relationship with your giant plush friend.
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A Relaxing Night
Similar to Comfort Zone, mostly ideas that I didn't incorporate into the story proper.
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Morning Heat (18+)
Your plush girlfriend REALLY needs some help or else she's gonna paint the whole room.
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The Real You
You want to get something special for your plushie GF! But all they have at the store are some weird, heart-shaped pillows that end up causing a few… changes.
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Bundled Up
It's a cold day, and you've been working hard... In fact - Lupa, your plush GF, seems to think you've been working too much, and pulls you away for some warm tender snuggles.
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Howl-oween
You’ve been invited to a Halloween party! But you don’t have a good costume… Good thing your girlfriend basically IS a costume.
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Holiday Homewrecker
You’ve just bought a few new toys for the holidays! But watch out! There's drama afoot. (Apaw? Ahoof?)
This story explores a lot of feelings about self worth and emotional maturity, and how it feels to be trans.
Includes an epilogue by @jades-typurriter!
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Deprecated
The Yard Sale
The first Lupa story I wrote! And the first in the timeline. I don't know how it holds up though... I wrote it Years ago and there's a lot I'd change about it
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Works by Other Writers:
Lupa's Toll Road by @jades-typurriter
It's awful difficult to get around the house when your girlfriend's a plushie wolf who also happens to be 7 feet tall. And it's hard to escape her snuggles when she can easily block the hallway by existing.
Contains TF (plush), intimacy, and a lot of snuggling.
2.5k Words
I couldn't think of a good title for this!!!! Fuck!!!!!!!!! But you're cold, and you need some snuggles. Jot that down
Docs version here.
Another day, another dollar.
Working from home isn’t the worst thing ever, you suppose. Looking past the mist on your window only serves to reaffirm your decision. Rain comes down in torrents, which are only briefly broken up by the odd gust of wind. You wouldn’t want to drive in that.
Your eyes drift back to your screen. You squint, keeping your eyes from glazing over. Database management isn’t the most intellectually stimulating, and that’s putting it lightly. It only takes a few keystrokes to ensure that company data is labeled properly, before you move on to the next task.
However, it isn’t long before you find yourself tucking your hands under your arms. What a day for the heat to give out in the whole building…
You figured that maybe a pipe had burst, or maybe the whole system was down for maintenance. Either way, it was cold.
As you lift your legs up into your seat, tucking them against your body, you think back to your time out with Lupa on Halloween. You think about your time spent wearing her, how warm she was inside… You met a cute girl or two as well, if you recall correctly.
There’s also what happened later in the night… By the time you’d gotten home and taken Lupa off, you’d been transformed into a plush wolf, much like her. …Or maybe you were a fox? You hadn’t the opportunity to check all that closely before you two snuggled up with each other. You’d never known that spending so much time with your girlfriend would cause her to… rub off on you in that way. Untucking your hands, you look down at them. You’d kinda wished the transformation wasn’t temporary... Sure, you’d have to navigate being a plushie, but you’d be so warm and cute… Feeling the cold creep up your fingers, you tuck them back under your arms. Oh, if only you still had those soft, brown mitts…
Your chair lurches forward as something leans on it, nearly pushing you into your desk. You look up, brushing your head against something soft. A wolf’s muzzle greets you.
“’Sup?”, comes the wolf’s casual, familiar greeting. “You, uh… You good?”
“Oh, hey Lupa,” you reply, a wavering little smile gracing your face. “I’m doing my best!” You untuck your hand to offer a thumbs up, silently regretting it almost immediately. Oughh, so cold…
“You sure?” She puts her massive paws on her hips, adjusting her plush weight with a fabric rustle. “You don’t have to lie to me, babe. I’ve been watching you, and you don’t exactly… look like you’re havin’ a good time.”
“I’m fihhheeeyy…” You try to protest, but a monolithic paw comes down upon your head before the words have a chance to escape.
“Don’t lie to meeeeeee.” She lets out a soft, playful growl as she grinds her cushy pawpads into your hair.
“Alright, alright,” you surrender, turning in your chair and putting your hands on her paw. You’ll admit it… “I’ve been cold.”
“Is that all?” She looks incredulous. “It’s not that cold in here, is it?”
“The heat’s been out all morning!” You fire back, “How did you not notice? …Oh, wait. You’re covered in fur.” She snickers.
“Ha! Guess I am, huh? And, you know…” She hooks a stubby claw into the collar of her green turtleneck sweater, offering you a blushy smile. “There’s this lil’ thing you got me. Pro’lly helps.”
Seeing her makes you blush. You’re glad she likes it… It wasn’t exactly easy finding a sweater for a wolf her size.
“Hey, I’ve got an idea.” As you blush, her paw returns to your head, “Why don’t we snuggle up, huh? No use in you sittin’ out here all alone.”
“W-We could, but…” You open your mouth to offer an excuse of some kind, but you just can’t find the energy to. The way her humongous paw rubs along the side of your head, plastic claws lovingly scritching into your scalp… It’s disarming, calming. The sounds around you seem to muffle and lose definition… For the first time today, you feel… warm. By the time you reopen your eyes – you hadn’t even realized you’d closed them – you’re greeted by a smugly grinning wolf.
“But what, huh?” She asks all too innocently, swaying her hips and swishing her tail.
“Hmmm… Nothing…” You sigh contently.
“Nice! Thought not.~” She lilts. “Come on, let’s—” She only pauses for a beat. When she lifts her paw from your head, she glances up slightly, and her grin only widens.
“…Yeah, I think this’ll work. C’mon, you.~” Before you can question it, her massive, soft arms wrap around you and she’s already carting you off to your room. At least you can hear again. What was up with that?
You can’t help but feel like a child whenever Lupa carries you, especially when you’re under her arm like this. She gives you a reassuring squeeze, smushing half of your face into the side of her generous, sweater-clad chest. Eventually, you end up on her bed.
Your bed, sorry.
It may as well be her bed, though, with how much space she takes up nowadays. Some nights, you find it easier to just lay on top of her. She definitely doesn’t mind it… Today, though, it looks like she has a different plan in mind as she gently sets you down among the blankets, crawling into bed after you. You could feel her loom over you… As you roll a bit, trying to get comfortable, you hear her snicker.
“You’re like a little bug, dude.”
You stop in your tracks.
“Wh—What? What’s your problem?” You ask, brow furrowed as you sit up.
“I don’t got a problem!” She puts her paw up, “I just think you’re small, squirt. But that’s okay, I can help with that.”
You puff your cheeks. Something’s up, you can feel it.
The wolf lays down next to you, reaching up to caress the side of your face. Just like that, your suspicion melts like ice under the sun, and you lean into her polkadotted pawpad. That warmth returns as you close your eyes, and you feel yourself being guided down toward the rest of her body. You didn’t need to see – after all, she was a mattress in her own way. Hard to miss. Your chin rests against the soft material of her sweater. It feels warm, but strangely artificial. You yearn to get closer to her. Thankfully, she grants your wish, and you feel it slide against you as she lifts it by the hem, lowering it behind you. You push your head through her sweater’s collar, brushing up against her snout.
You open your eyes – only a crack – and the sight of her pouty, dark lips greets you. She’s already kissing you, leaving ghosts of warmth wherever her lips touch. A feral little growl, and she pinches your cheek between her plastic teeth, before giving it an apologetic lick. It didn’t hurt, but you appreciate the feeling of her satin tongue all the same. Her paw returns to its familiar spot atop your head, pushing you down against her supple body. You cling to her as best as you can, sifting your fingers through her forest of white and grey fur. You’re always surprised by the amount of ‘give’ her body has as you hug her, squeezing her layers of fur, foam, and cotton.
As your chin settles in her cleavage, she begins to pet and stroke you. Front to back, front to back, she settles into a comfortable rhythm… You close your eyes again, letting out a sleepy little sigh. Her paw glides over your head, your ears, over and over and over again, and you lay there, dozing as you idly squeeze and grope at your girlfriend. The more she pets you, the deeper you fall into your idle haze. You feel softer…
At some point, you aren’t sure when, she’d freed you from the cozy confines of her sweater. As big as it is, it was still a bit tight on her it seemed. Through the haze, you wonder if you should’ve gotten her the XXXXL instead… You do nothing to stop her as her paws dig underneath your sweatshirt, though you shudder as her fluffy digits contact you directly. They gently glide across your skin, leaving trails of glowing warmth in their wake. Something itches, but you ignore it. You squeeze her some more, noting how your hands possess a certain ‘give’ to them.
“You look adorable, babe.” When you open your eyes, she’s in the process of lifting herself off of you. “How do you feel?”
“Sleepy…” You muse, putting a darkly furred hand up to your cheek… A numb sense of surprise spreads over you like a weak breeze, and you sluggishly look at your other paw. Watching the seams shift as you flex your stubby digits. You lift your shirt, gazing down at the plum and cream fur that was steadily growing in over your front. You were sure that your fur had spread all across your back too… Wherever Lupa’s paws had strayed, there was that warmth. And wherever there was warmth, change came with it… In fact-
Yeah. You reached up to the top of your head to find a pair of tall, pointy, twitching ears. Were they there the entire time…?
Meanwhile, Lupa settles onto her knees. She hooks a finger under the hem of her sweater - and she lifts it up to really give you a show. Her white tummy looks especially chubby today, thickly padded and covered in freshly brushed fur. As she pulls her sweater up, she briefly drags her bosom with it, before it falls free and settles with a bounce. The real difficulty comes when her sweater snags on her snout. She wrestles with it for a moment, before popping free.
She twirls her clothes around her finger, straightening her hair with her other paw. Soon, she’s balling that thing up and tossing it in the air, catching it in her jaws. Swallowing it whole, you watch its outline sink down into her depths.
“Don’t gimme that look,” she teases, wiping her paws on her chest, smoothening her fur out, “Trust me, I love your gift, babe. It looks cool on the outside, but… I’ll get more use out of it inside me anyway.~ Now let’s finally get you all warmed up, hmm?”
Weren’t you warm already…? Between the fur and these paws, you’re feeling pretty comfy… She looms over you, though, raising herself slightly so her shadow completely envelopes you. You blearily look up at her, wondering just what she was planning to do. The wolf raises her paws, sticking her tongue out as she leans. Then, like a tower, she begins to fall.
“Better get ready! Here I come~!”
Wait. Wait—
PWOOMF.
Everything is dark. You can’t see- you can hardly move. Something soft is compressing you down into the sheets, keeping you nice and still. It moves every now and then, probably getting comfortable, and grinding you further down into your bed in the process. You lay there, enveloped in stuffy warmth, breathing in your girlfriend’s linen scent. You take a deep breath of thick, plush-smelling air. You greedily fill your lungs with it – or whatever you have that passes for lungs now – before letting it back out. Another shift, and your face is forced between her pillows, cementing the fact that you’re totally smothered in downy, grey softness.
You wag your tail. Did you have a tail before now? It doesn’t matter. It swishes, betraying your joy and hazy euphoria. Your thoughts begin to slow…
One moment bleeds into another, and you aren’t sure how long you spend down here. It almost seems frivolous to keep track. It’s much easier to just lay there… But at some point, light hits your eyes, breaking you out of your slumber. You could feel yourself regain your shape, and a sense of cognizance comes with it. You must’ve been nearly squished flat under her.
“Aaaaafternoon, hun,” comes that sweet, sleepy voice, “Had a good nap?” You simply nod, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. You could listen to her all day. “Still cold?~”
Oh, right. The heat was out, wasn’t it? You briefly pat yourself down, barely sitting up enough to get a good look at yourself. When she fell on you, she must’ve completed your transformation in an instant. You look a lot like her now. You’ve gained a few pounds around the middle, and a lot on your hips. Your hair looks a bit shaggier too, but that’s probably because of what just happened.
You feel… bigger too, and not just because you’re as thick as a mattress now. As you sit up and turn to rest your footpaws on the floor, you realize how much height you’ve gained. You’re almost as tall as your girlfriend, but not quite.
Oh, right. Her question.
“The cold? Neeever heard of it…~” You lilt, looking back at her with a toothy grin. Wow, your voice is a little deeper too. Lupa snickers, crawling closer and wrapping her arms around you from behind. Her lips end up on your cheek, and you could just swoon right there.
“…Guessin’ you gotta go back to work now, huh?...”
What a weird question. You tilt your head at her, before it clicks. Right. Work.
Right… Work…
You’d almost forgotten. Your shoulders fall as you let out a groan (more of a growl, really). Plushes shouldn’t have to work…
“Yeah, I guess so…” You sigh. You stand up with a groan, and wow you really have gotten taller. “I’ll see you soon, Lulu.” You look back at her with a little smirk, and she replies with a little wave.
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You sit back down at your desk, blushing as you find yourself struggling to fit between the armrests. It’s pretty late in the day now, but you figure you could knock out another hour of work before clocking out. As you begin to type, however, you realize something. Your paws are way too big for your keyboard. You’re, like. Pressing at least 5 buttons at once here.
You roll your eyes as you flip your computer shut. You can’t type with mittens like these! How silly of you! But hey, at least you’re not cold anymore.
…You figure that you’ll just start again in the morning. Assuming this wears off in the morning.
And considering how long you were snuggling your girlfriend, you get the feeling it’ll last a good while… (In fact, you hope so.)
For now, you deserve some more quality time with your girlfriend. So with a little effort, you get up, nearly taking the chair with you, and you set off to find her. You’re a plushie, and every cotton fiber of your being wanted to snuggle.
