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You trudge into your bedroom and, with the last bit of your energy, open up the closet. Then, lacking the strength to continue, you fall forward with your hand outstretched. You hit the ground with a thud, but fortunately, your hand manages to land on the target: A plush suit, sitting at the back of the closet.
After a moment of quiet, you hear a rustling sound, then a plush hand touches your own. It grasps your wrist, weakly tugging your limp body closer, until your face is resting in the plush suit's lap. With more of your body passively warming the suit, it gets more active, using its other hand to pull your arm closer, until it gets your arm into the opening in the front. From there, it flips you over and starts feeding your head into the opening.
The inside of the suit is thick, soft, and alive; it seems to grip and pull on your arm, drawing it into the suit's arm and, consequently, pulling the rest of your body inside. Your head is drawn into the suit's, and your other arm finds its place as well. With the suit half-on and the arms filled, the suit's strength practically doubles; it reaches down, taking your arms through the motions with it, and grabs one of your ankles, pulling it up into the opening and then drawing it down into the suit's leg. It does the same for your other leg, and with the suit fully filled, it's able to stand up.
Your legs are moved along with the suit's as it steps out of the closet. It reaches up to stretch, stretching your limp body inside it, and then relaxes. Seemingly remembering the opening on its front, the suit raises a finger to the top of the opening, then slides it down as if closing a zipper, and the opening vanishes into a mere seam in the fabric; you're now fully and properly inside the suit, its soft inner lining and thick stuffing hugging you from all around.
The suit goes on a walk through your house, doing seemingly random things with its newfound animatedness; fooling around with your kitchen supplies, trying out different positions on the couch, and taking a walk outside (making sure to use the oversized pair of slippers to avoid getting its paws dirty). You're carried along for every step of the way, far too exhausted and comfortable to do much one way or the other.
Every motion of the suit presses the thick stuffing against you and slides the lining along your body. The inside of the suit warms up with you inside, though very gradually; much of the heat is consumed by the suit to move around. But as time passes, the suit becomes saturated with your warmth, making the omnidirectional hug even more pleasant. Even with all the motion, you drift off a few times, fading in and out of consciousness in a sleepy haze.
Finally, the plush suit returns to your room and opens up your toy box. It grabs plushies, action figures, and whatever else catches its attention, in addition to the plastic tea set. It sits the toys down in a circle around the tea set, then joins the circle itself. It has a lovely tea party, sipping from the empty cup and moving the toys around to make them talk (though the suit can't speak).
The calmness of the tea party is just what you needed; with the only motion being slow and gentle, it becomes merely soothing, and the warmth and softness all around lulls your sleepy mind into a proper, peaceful slumber...
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You trudge into your bedroom and, with the last bit of your energy, open up the closet. Then, lacking the strength to continue, you fall forward with your hand outstretched. You hit the ground with a thud, but fortunately, your hand manages to land on the target: A plush suit, sitting at the back of the closet.
After a moment of quiet, you hear a rustling sound, then a plush hand touches your own. It grasps your wrist, weakly tugging your limp body closer, until your face is resting in the plush suit's lap. With more of your body passively warming the suit, it gets more active, using its other hand to pull your arm closer, until it gets your arm into the opening in the front. From there, it flips you over and starts feeding your head into the opening.
The inside of the suit is thick, soft, and alive; it seems to grip and pull on your arm, drawing it into the suit's arm and, consequently, pulling the rest of your body inside. Your head is drawn into the suit's, and your other arm finds its place as well. With the suit half-on and the arms filled, the suit's strength practically doubles; it reaches down, taking your arms through the motions with it, and grabs one of your ankles, pulling it up into the opening and then drawing it down into the suit's leg. It does the same for your other leg, and with the suit fully filled, it's able to stand up.
Your legs are moved along with the suit's as it steps out of the closet. It reaches up to stretch, stretching your limp body inside it, and then relaxes. Seemingly remembering the opening on its front, the suit raises a finger to the top of the opening, then slides it down as if closing a zipper, and the opening vanishes into a mere seam in the fabric; you're now fully and properly inside the suit, its soft inner lining and thick stuffing hugging you from all around.
The suit goes on a walk through your house, doing seemingly random things with its newfound animatedness; fooling around with your kitchen supplies, trying out different positions on the couch, and taking a walk outside (making sure to use the oversized pair of slippers to avoid getting its paws dirty). You're carried along for every step of the way, far too exhausted and comfortable to do much one way or the other.
Every motion of the suit presses the thick stuffing against you and slides the lining along your body. The inside of the suit warms up with you inside, though very gradually; much of the heat is consumed by the suit to move around. But as time passes, the suit becomes saturated with your warmth, making the omnidirectional hug even more pleasant. Even with all the motion, you drift off a few times, fading in and out of consciousness in a sleepy haze.
Finally, the plush suit returns to your room and opens up your toy box. It grabs plushies, action figures, and whatever else catches its attention, in addition to the plastic tea set. It sits the toys down in a circle around the tea set, then joins the circle itself. It has a lovely tea party, sipping from the empty cup and moving the toys around to make them talk (though the suit can't speak).
The calmness of the tea party is just what you needed; with the only motion being slow and gentle, it becomes merely soothing, and the warmth and softness all around lulls your sleepy mind into a proper, peaceful slumber...
Having been truly exhausted from your day, you allow your living plush suit to put you on and take control for a while.
Category Story / All
Species Unspecified / Any
Gender Any
Size 120 x 97px
Oh this gives some wonderful cozy vibes <3
This is what being sealed in a plush suit should be, just pure comfort~
This is what being sealed in a plush suit should be, just pure comfort~
I'm glad to hear that this story reached its intended audience! Just sit back, relax, and feel the softness and stuffing move around you~
I love how you added the part where it doesn’t become too hot, but it stays pleasantly warm in the suit. I’d love to be in a suit like that! I also appreciate the 2nd person perspective, not many of those!
To elaborate, I’ve had ideas for living plush suits that worked with body heat so seeing people with similar ideas is nice
Living plushies that need body heat to stay awake/active is a fairly common trope, and for good reason! Having the suit actively consume the heat is a good way to get a nice equilibrium of warmth
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