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Contains: Indirect PlushTF/Plushification, Living Plush. Dream-based concept.
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Stirring from a great night of undisturbed rest, I opened my eyes to discover that I was not in my own bedroom or my bed, but rather in a big room shared with other children who were still asleep. Peeling off my blankets and sitting up in bed, I realized that I was not in my normal pajamas. It had been replaced by a two-piece nightwear that had a silky feel to it, definitely not my own. However, when I gazed at the child beside me, it was some kind of humanoid cloth doll with sewn-on eyes, mouth, and various features, like the face of a mannequin. Creepy would be an understatement and the darkness of the night made it uncanny. Staring at the floors, it was all fabric too, as though it was carpeted by fleece blankets. Ducking under the covers of my blanket, I went back to sleep.
In the morning, I yawned and sighted other doll children running around in their pajamas. While I scratched my head in confusion, I felt a fabric hand tap on my shoulder lightly and I turned to the direction where it came from. An older-looking cloth doll in a maid-like outfit requested me to change into my day clothes. I guessed she was the nanny overlooking every child here, but I had something in my mind. As I sat on the edge of my bed, I asked, “Where am I?”
“You’re in an orphanage, sweetie. But you seem a little lost. How may I help you?”
“I-I was sleeping in my bedroom and woke up here. I-I wanna go home…” I stuttered as tears began flowing down my cheeks. The doll nanny sat beside and gave my shoulders a gentle pat, bringing me into her soft embrace. After minutes of sniffing my tears away, I calmed down in the comforts of her hug.
“You see… This is home, my dear,” the doll nanny put both of her fabric hands on my cheeks to gaze directly into my eyes, expressing her concern about my worries. “Come along, let’s get you changed into your day clothes!”
The doll nanny handed me a set of gray and black striped long-sleeved shirt and a pair of tan-colored shorts. She led me into an empty powder room and closed the door behind me, standing outside just in case I needed help. Upon entering, I instantly noticed that everything inside was peculiar; most of the furniture were made of plastic, even the taps and basins. The mirror was not glass, but rather a thin and shiny metallic layer of plastic stuck to the walls. Changing into the provided set of clothes, I popped out of the room moments later with my pajamas in hand. Before I could pass the set of pajamas to the doll nanny, it vanished. She smiled in response, mentioning that it was time for breakfast.
In the little cafeteria where other doll orphans sat, they were eating bits of colored cloth made to look like appetizing food to them. Acquiring my tray of food from the serving counters, my sights confirmed that everything was fabric and inedible to me. Sulking at the table among other doll children, the doll nanny from before witnessed this and came over to me. With a wave of her cloth hands, the food turned into something edible – a peanut butter and jelly sandwich with strips of cucumbers and apples on the side. It was not much of a meal but I knew I had to make do, taking bites into the sandwich while others slurped up more fabric.
Once breakfast had concluded, a group of doll children gathered around the front doors of the orphanage. Intrigue, I joined the crowd to see what the commotion was about. When the doors swung open, a fluffy racoon mascot stepped into the building, heaving a bulky looking sack of items on its back. Placing the sack on the ground, it reached in and pulled out vibrant colored plushies of animals, each with unique shapes and design. The racoon distributed the toys to the awaiting children, and the crowd eventually dispersed, leaving a bashful me standing around. As the racoon mascot turned its face to me, it froze up momentarily, picking out a squishy racoon plushie for me. Giving my back a gentle pat, the mascot left the orphanage after ensuring all the children were content, each having their personal stuffed toy, including me. Looking at the toy in hand, I decided to return to the grand bedroom to put it on my bed to snuggle with when I slept.
While other doll children were dashing past me with their new plushies, I halted in my tracks as I noticed something out of the ordinary, even for doll people. Tails sprouted out from their rear and their fabric bodies began to grow patches of fur, their faces changing shape to match their plushies’ animalistic likeness. The children puffed up into a much rotund shape, their now fuzzy bodies ripping through their clothes. They were turning into giant plushies! But somehow, I was unaffected even after holding the plushie in my hands for so long. Being the only one not transformed, the other giant plushies crowded around me in curiosity. Fearful that they would harm me, I tried to run but everywhere I went, a group of giant plushies were waiting. Soon, I found myself stuck in one corner of the orphanage. Clutching the raccoon plushie in my arms tightly, I closed my eyes and anticipated pain, crying out in desperation, “Please don’t hurt me!”
The giant plushies stopped coming closer at once when they saw how fearful I was. Instead of harming me or turning me into a stuffed animal, the crowd parted, making way for the racoon mascot from before. It was holding up a racoon onesie with mittens and booties attached, lifting me from the ground and bringing me into a tight warm hug. Hastily, it swapped my clothes for the racoon onesie that covered every part of my body except my face, placing the racoon plushie back into my arms after changing me.
“Hey, I’m not a baby! I’m twelve! I don’t wanna wear-” The racoon mascot shushed me with a giant paw muffling my complaints, releasing a scent that reminded me of lavender. It instantly calmed me down from my panic-stricken state and my breathing slowed to its normal pace. It cradled me in its thick plushie arms, which were surprisingly warm to the touch, bringing me and the new plushie army out from the orphanage. Glancing around from my perspective, all the giant plushies were cuddling with their miniature plushie versions of themselves, marching together onto the fabric streets. Turning my head around, I saw the signage on the building I had just exited from that read, “Plushie Orphanage”. That might be the reason why the doll children were turning into Plushies. It was a transformation orphanage. I did not know where it was bringing me, but I was comfortable. The rocking motion from the racoon mascot carrying me around made me sleepy and I soon found my eyelids unable to fully open, dozing off in its arms.
When I woke up, the first thing I saw was the face of the racoon plushie nuzzling against my nose, falling off to the side of my head as I shifted slightly. Wiggling myself out of the blankets, I discovered that I was still in the onesie. It was the best dream I could ever have. Or was it a dream? Staring at the racoon plushie in my hands, it gave me a mischievous wink.
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Stirring from a great night of undisturbed rest, I opened my eyes to discover that I was not in my own bedroom or my bed, but rather in a big room shared with other children who were still asleep. Peeling off my blankets and sitting up in bed, I realized that I was not in my normal pajamas. It had been replaced by a two-piece nightwear that had a silky feel to it, definitely not my own. However, when I gazed at the child beside me, it was some kind of humanoid cloth doll with sewn-on eyes, mouth, and various features, like the face of a mannequin. Creepy would be an understatement and the darkness of the night made it uncanny. Staring at the floors, it was all fabric too, as though it was carpeted by fleece blankets. Ducking under the covers of my blanket, I went back to sleep.
In the morning, I yawned and sighted other doll children running around in their pajamas. While I scratched my head in confusion, I felt a fabric hand tap on my shoulder lightly and I turned to the direction where it came from. An older-looking cloth doll in a maid-like outfit requested me to change into my day clothes. I guessed she was the nanny overlooking every child here, but I had something in my mind. As I sat on the edge of my bed, I asked, “Where am I?”
“You’re in an orphanage, sweetie. But you seem a little lost. How may I help you?”
“I-I was sleeping in my bedroom and woke up here. I-I wanna go home…” I stuttered as tears began flowing down my cheeks. The doll nanny sat beside and gave my shoulders a gentle pat, bringing me into her soft embrace. After minutes of sniffing my tears away, I calmed down in the comforts of her hug.
“You see… This is home, my dear,” the doll nanny put both of her fabric hands on my cheeks to gaze directly into my eyes, expressing her concern about my worries. “Come along, let’s get you changed into your day clothes!”
The doll nanny handed me a set of gray and black striped long-sleeved shirt and a pair of tan-colored shorts. She led me into an empty powder room and closed the door behind me, standing outside just in case I needed help. Upon entering, I instantly noticed that everything inside was peculiar; most of the furniture were made of plastic, even the taps and basins. The mirror was not glass, but rather a thin and shiny metallic layer of plastic stuck to the walls. Changing into the provided set of clothes, I popped out of the room moments later with my pajamas in hand. Before I could pass the set of pajamas to the doll nanny, it vanished. She smiled in response, mentioning that it was time for breakfast.
In the little cafeteria where other doll orphans sat, they were eating bits of colored cloth made to look like appetizing food to them. Acquiring my tray of food from the serving counters, my sights confirmed that everything was fabric and inedible to me. Sulking at the table among other doll children, the doll nanny from before witnessed this and came over to me. With a wave of her cloth hands, the food turned into something edible – a peanut butter and jelly sandwich with strips of cucumbers and apples on the side. It was not much of a meal but I knew I had to make do, taking bites into the sandwich while others slurped up more fabric.
Once breakfast had concluded, a group of doll children gathered around the front doors of the orphanage. Intrigue, I joined the crowd to see what the commotion was about. When the doors swung open, a fluffy racoon mascot stepped into the building, heaving a bulky looking sack of items on its back. Placing the sack on the ground, it reached in and pulled out vibrant colored plushies of animals, each with unique shapes and design. The racoon distributed the toys to the awaiting children, and the crowd eventually dispersed, leaving a bashful me standing around. As the racoon mascot turned its face to me, it froze up momentarily, picking out a squishy racoon plushie for me. Giving my back a gentle pat, the mascot left the orphanage after ensuring all the children were content, each having their personal stuffed toy, including me. Looking at the toy in hand, I decided to return to the grand bedroom to put it on my bed to snuggle with when I slept.
While other doll children were dashing past me with their new plushies, I halted in my tracks as I noticed something out of the ordinary, even for doll people. Tails sprouted out from their rear and their fabric bodies began to grow patches of fur, their faces changing shape to match their plushies’ animalistic likeness. The children puffed up into a much rotund shape, their now fuzzy bodies ripping through their clothes. They were turning into giant plushies! But somehow, I was unaffected even after holding the plushie in my hands for so long. Being the only one not transformed, the other giant plushies crowded around me in curiosity. Fearful that they would harm me, I tried to run but everywhere I went, a group of giant plushies were waiting. Soon, I found myself stuck in one corner of the orphanage. Clutching the raccoon plushie in my arms tightly, I closed my eyes and anticipated pain, crying out in desperation, “Please don’t hurt me!”
The giant plushies stopped coming closer at once when they saw how fearful I was. Instead of harming me or turning me into a stuffed animal, the crowd parted, making way for the racoon mascot from before. It was holding up a racoon onesie with mittens and booties attached, lifting me from the ground and bringing me into a tight warm hug. Hastily, it swapped my clothes for the racoon onesie that covered every part of my body except my face, placing the racoon plushie back into my arms after changing me.
“Hey, I’m not a baby! I’m twelve! I don’t wanna wear-” The racoon mascot shushed me with a giant paw muffling my complaints, releasing a scent that reminded me of lavender. It instantly calmed me down from my panic-stricken state and my breathing slowed to its normal pace. It cradled me in its thick plushie arms, which were surprisingly warm to the touch, bringing me and the new plushie army out from the orphanage. Glancing around from my perspective, all the giant plushies were cuddling with their miniature plushie versions of themselves, marching together onto the fabric streets. Turning my head around, I saw the signage on the building I had just exited from that read, “Plushie Orphanage”. That might be the reason why the doll children were turning into Plushies. It was a transformation orphanage. I did not know where it was bringing me, but I was comfortable. The rocking motion from the racoon mascot carrying me around made me sleepy and I soon found my eyelids unable to fully open, dozing off in its arms.
When I woke up, the first thing I saw was the face of the racoon plushie nuzzling against my nose, falling off to the side of my head as I shifted slightly. Wiggling myself out of the blankets, I discovered that I was still in the onesie. It was the best dream I could ever have. Or was it a dream? Staring at the racoon plushie in my hands, it gave me a mischievous wink.
Category Story / Fantasy
Species Raccoon
Gender Any
Size 107 x 110px
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