She's just a dumb little bimbo plush, right? No threat to you at all. You know she's got some kind of enchantment on her lips, but it's not like she can kiss you if you don't pick her up! She barely comes up to your knees, for crying out loud.
So why is she... looking at you like that?
Her 'eyes' are closed, and her lips are in that same smug, puckered-up smile she's always wearing, but she's tilting her head at you, like she knows something you don't. What's her deal?
Leaning forward onto her big, pillowy belly, the plushie raises a paw to her lips, and blows you a kiss.
A wispy, shimmering kiss mark floats from her mouth, drifting lazily through the air towards your face. Your eyes widen. What- what the hell is-
As it swirls up towards your own lips, you manage to flinch at the last second, and the kiss impacts your cheek instead with an echoing *mwah~!* You can feel it lingering on your skin, a sticky warmth that seeps into your head.
"Wha..." you mutter, raising your hand to touch the mark, "what did you..?"
She giggles, then *pops* her lips.
The lipstick mark on your cheek tingles and swells outwards, inflating into a heart-shaped pillow the size of your hand! It's still stuck fast to your cheek, obscuring part of your vision as you stumble to the side. You try to grab at it, pull it away, but it just squishes tight against your skin.
"H-hey! What the hell, get this off-!"
You're cut off as another kiss lands under your chin, and with another *pop* of her lips, it poofs up into an identical pillow! It presses in between your jaw and your collarbone, and more of that syrupy warm feeling coats your brain.
"Buh..." Opening your mouth takes more effort than before, and every time the pillows *squish,* your train of thought jumbles and breaks for a moment. "Suh.. Sstop that..!"
She laughs, folding her paws under her chin in a picture of innocence, before blowing you another kiss, then another, then another!
You try to dodge, or at least block them with your arms, but you feel so slow, so sluggish. One sticks to your ear, another your palm, the last right on your forehead.
The world spins as you fall to your knees, weighed down by the *BWOOMPH*-ing of pillows surrounding your face. You can barely see her through the fabric of the hearts, with only a couple gaps left in your vision. She's standing now, swaying her hips and tail as she sashays closer.
You paw at your face, even with one of your hands rendered useless by the big pillow splaying your fingers wide. "Nnnoo..."
Her giggle echoes through your head, and she looks up and down your body, admiring you. Her paw reaches out to your waist, curling against your skin to pull your pants down and expose you to her.
She doesn't even bother to touch you herself. A heart blooms over your crotch, hiding it fully.
It's so warm, so soft, and even as you try to grab it to pull it away, all you can do is hump the pillow as a long moan escapes your lips. You lower yourself further, one hand on the ground, the other groping and squishing between your legs. Your head is finally level with hers. She reaches up to you, wrapping her arms over your shoulders. Your eyelids flutter, locked on her beautiful, beautiful bimbo lips as they close in.
The kiss is perfect. Her snout fits smoothly between the hearts on your face, and her lips surround yours as she presses them in tight.
With the kiss, every pillow stuck to your skin pulses, heartbeats that massage deep into your head, your hand, your groin.
The plushie kisses you again, this time even longer, even deeper.
Another smooch, one that drags her lips around yours as you lean in, moaning, begging for it.
You grind into the pillow at your waist, every heartbeat sending a burst of pleasure through you.
You kiss her desperately, again and again, the hearts pulsing and throbbing, their love seeping deep into your soul. Some part of you knows what she's doing to you, how she's binding you to her, how you'll never escape if you don't stop. But you can't stop. You need more. You need... her...
Your plushie bimbo knows best!
You'll do anything for her!
Anything for her kissies!!
She pushes herself into you, her lips locked with yours, taking you, taking it all. Your heart skips a beat as you release into her perfect pillow, cumming and staining the fabric as it thrums and thrums away. You can feel how proud she is of you. You can feel every ounce of her love.
And as she kisses, again and again and again, pushing you over to lie down atop you, you can feel how much she's looking forward to having you allll night long~