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*Note: Plushification/Plush TF, a little horror, Isekai concept.
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I took a leisurely evening walk in my cotton shirt and a pair of knee-length pants, enjoying the breeze around the streets of the suburban landscape. Yawning and thinking of turning back, I was stopped by a girl in a white, cat-eared hoodie. “Meow!” She introduced herself, but it was an odd way to start off a conversation. Scratching my head, my only response in confusion was, “Uhh… May I help you?” She tilted her head cheekily. “Nya! Follow me!” She dashed through the lighted streets, and I ran after her, thinking she might need urgent help.
Reaching a dead end on the streets, she did not stop and ran into the wall, vanishing into thin air before my eyes. Slowing down to an eventual stop, I stared blankly at the wall as I caught my breath, wondering how she did that like a magician. Pressing a hand lightly on the wall, it seemed to ripple like what I would see when fishes surface for air in ponds. Retracting my hands, the girl’s head popped out of the wall, startling me out of my skin. “C’mon, don’t be afraid. It’s just a portal!”
“A whaaaa-” Before I could finish my question, she dragged me through and the air was instantly cooler as though I had stepped into an air-conditioned room. Glancing around, the girl and I were a few feet away from a lighted two-storey pinewood cabin, in the middle of a clearing of a dense and dark forest. The girl beckoned me at the door to enter her house, and I raised an eyebrow as I stepped in.
“Please take off your shoes here! I don’t want my floors to get too meow-sy,” she requested, taking off her shoes and kicking them to the side of the door. I nodded and obliged, untying my shoes and placing them neatly around the doorway. There were plushies of vibrant colors all over the living room, sat neatly in shelves and on various furniture. Some of their beady pairs of eyes looked lifelike and expressed sadness as though begging for help, causing me to shiver a little in unease. “W-where are you taking me?” I asked shakily, worried about where she was trying to bring me. “Nya, you silly little mouse. I want you to sleep with me, forever!”
“Wh-what?” I uttered, turning away from her and bolting to the front door, only to notice that the door and my shoes were gone. “No escape from meow!” She pounced on me and wrapped her arms around me in a hug, my mind turning foggy as the world spun around. Soon, my body collapsed in her arms and I blacked out.
When I regained consciousness, I found myself on a bed, lying among a pile of stuffed animals in all varieties, but most of my clothes were gone except for my trusty gray boxers. Heading for the door as my first instinct, twisting the knob to discover it was locked. I sighed as I returned to the bed and examined the room. There were no windows and the walls were smooth polished wood plastered with Japanese posters of mostly cats with words I could not translate. On the nightstand, there was a small note that read, “Welcome to the Plush House, where one can be snuggly with the plushies.”
‘The Plush House? Definitely not a place I know in my neighborhood,’ I pondered, returning to the edge of the bed just in time to see a sudden shift in the pile of stuffed animals. Backing away, I feared what was going to happen next. Another man’s head popped out from beneath the pile of plushies, gasping for breath as he struggled to escape the pile. I tried to find his hands to fish him out, but I could not find them, only to have a stubby plush appendage hold me by my wrist. “Listen to me! You don’t have much time. This is the Plush House where the one who calls herself the Meowstress finds delight in turning people, like me, into stuffed animals. She’s a magical shapeshifting plushie herself, turning those gullible enough to follow her into toys to add to the collection in this bedroom.”
“Wait, what about your arms? What about you?” I asked in concern, staring at my wrist where his plush arms grabbed.
“I’m aware about it, but it’s too late for me. I’ve requested to live one more day as a human before I was fully changed, hoping to warn others like you! Escape while you can! The key is in the second drawer of the nightstand! Ahhhhh!” He revealed before his head was dragged down into the pile and buried again. Digging through the seemingly endless pile of stuffed animals, he was nowhere to be seen. I pulled out the said drawer and found a note instead of the key to my escape, reading, “Meow! Turn around!”
Trembling as I shifted my gaze, the Meowstress was at the door, entering as a white cat plushie with yellow glowing eyes that seemed to pierce my soul. She swiftly locked the door again and raised something silvery in her plush paws, “Looking for this, little mousey?”
I attempted to swipe it, but she retracted her plush arms, tossing the key aside behind her back and shoving me back onto the bed with the plushies. “Leaving so soon, nya? I don’t think so! I'm gonna make you a good little mousey!” My body was now stuck in the pile of stuffed animals, soft stubby limbs and appendages of the plushies below started grabbing at my limbs and dragging me down. Before I could speak, a plushie muted me by hugging my face, its thick stuffed belly muffling my screams of terror. The bed under my back opened up into a chamber filled to the brim with other plushies, and I watched helplessly as gray fabric spread along my arms and legs the deeper I sank. Below my fabric, flesh and bone were turning into cotton stuffing, leaving me with a numbness that spread across the extent of my body. Closing my eyes and giving up, the softness of the stuffed animals around me enveloped me in warmness and comfort, much better than being tormented to my demise.
Some time had passed and I was rudely awoken by the sensation similar to an electric shock. The Meowstress was sitting cross-legged in front of me and watching me in curiosity as I moved my limbs. Staring at my arms and legs, they were gray stuffed nubs, and on my belly, there was a white oval. I had now transformed into a plushie. At my rear was a pink velvety tail, half the length of my new plush body. Under my new pink nose, I felt a pair of fabric incisors. From all the clues I pieced together, I guessed that I was a stuffed mouse. I stood up on my plush legs and trudged toward the Meowstress to speak my mind, but only squeaks emanated from my sewn-on mouth.
“Get used to it, mousey! You’re going to be my new favorite, nya!” She declared with a purr, pulling me close to her plush cheeks and nuzzling my nose. I attempted to squirm out of her plush paws but my stuffed body did not have the strength to free myself from her grasps. With a defeated squeak, I submitted to my new life as a living stuffed mouse trapped in the Plush House for all eternity.
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I took a leisurely evening walk in my cotton shirt and a pair of knee-length pants, enjoying the breeze around the streets of the suburban landscape. Yawning and thinking of turning back, I was stopped by a girl in a white, cat-eared hoodie. “Meow!” She introduced herself, but it was an odd way to start off a conversation. Scratching my head, my only response in confusion was, “Uhh… May I help you?” She tilted her head cheekily. “Nya! Follow me!” She dashed through the lighted streets, and I ran after her, thinking she might need urgent help.
Reaching a dead end on the streets, she did not stop and ran into the wall, vanishing into thin air before my eyes. Slowing down to an eventual stop, I stared blankly at the wall as I caught my breath, wondering how she did that like a magician. Pressing a hand lightly on the wall, it seemed to ripple like what I would see when fishes surface for air in ponds. Retracting my hands, the girl’s head popped out of the wall, startling me out of my skin. “C’mon, don’t be afraid. It’s just a portal!”
“A whaaaa-” Before I could finish my question, she dragged me through and the air was instantly cooler as though I had stepped into an air-conditioned room. Glancing around, the girl and I were a few feet away from a lighted two-storey pinewood cabin, in the middle of a clearing of a dense and dark forest. The girl beckoned me at the door to enter her house, and I raised an eyebrow as I stepped in.
“Please take off your shoes here! I don’t want my floors to get too meow-sy,” she requested, taking off her shoes and kicking them to the side of the door. I nodded and obliged, untying my shoes and placing them neatly around the doorway. There were plushies of vibrant colors all over the living room, sat neatly in shelves and on various furniture. Some of their beady pairs of eyes looked lifelike and expressed sadness as though begging for help, causing me to shiver a little in unease. “W-where are you taking me?” I asked shakily, worried about where she was trying to bring me. “Nya, you silly little mouse. I want you to sleep with me, forever!”
“Wh-what?” I uttered, turning away from her and bolting to the front door, only to notice that the door and my shoes were gone. “No escape from meow!” She pounced on me and wrapped her arms around me in a hug, my mind turning foggy as the world spun around. Soon, my body collapsed in her arms and I blacked out.
When I regained consciousness, I found myself on a bed, lying among a pile of stuffed animals in all varieties, but most of my clothes were gone except for my trusty gray boxers. Heading for the door as my first instinct, twisting the knob to discover it was locked. I sighed as I returned to the bed and examined the room. There were no windows and the walls were smooth polished wood plastered with Japanese posters of mostly cats with words I could not translate. On the nightstand, there was a small note that read, “Welcome to the Plush House, where one can be snuggly with the plushies.”
‘The Plush House? Definitely not a place I know in my neighborhood,’ I pondered, returning to the edge of the bed just in time to see a sudden shift in the pile of stuffed animals. Backing away, I feared what was going to happen next. Another man’s head popped out from beneath the pile of plushies, gasping for breath as he struggled to escape the pile. I tried to find his hands to fish him out, but I could not find them, only to have a stubby plush appendage hold me by my wrist. “Listen to me! You don’t have much time. This is the Plush House where the one who calls herself the Meowstress finds delight in turning people, like me, into stuffed animals. She’s a magical shapeshifting plushie herself, turning those gullible enough to follow her into toys to add to the collection in this bedroom.”
“Wait, what about your arms? What about you?” I asked in concern, staring at my wrist where his plush arms grabbed.
“I’m aware about it, but it’s too late for me. I’ve requested to live one more day as a human before I was fully changed, hoping to warn others like you! Escape while you can! The key is in the second drawer of the nightstand! Ahhhhh!” He revealed before his head was dragged down into the pile and buried again. Digging through the seemingly endless pile of stuffed animals, he was nowhere to be seen. I pulled out the said drawer and found a note instead of the key to my escape, reading, “Meow! Turn around!”
Trembling as I shifted my gaze, the Meowstress was at the door, entering as a white cat plushie with yellow glowing eyes that seemed to pierce my soul. She swiftly locked the door again and raised something silvery in her plush paws, “Looking for this, little mousey?”
I attempted to swipe it, but she retracted her plush arms, tossing the key aside behind her back and shoving me back onto the bed with the plushies. “Leaving so soon, nya? I don’t think so! I'm gonna make you a good little mousey!” My body was now stuck in the pile of stuffed animals, soft stubby limbs and appendages of the plushies below started grabbing at my limbs and dragging me down. Before I could speak, a plushie muted me by hugging my face, its thick stuffed belly muffling my screams of terror. The bed under my back opened up into a chamber filled to the brim with other plushies, and I watched helplessly as gray fabric spread along my arms and legs the deeper I sank. Below my fabric, flesh and bone were turning into cotton stuffing, leaving me with a numbness that spread across the extent of my body. Closing my eyes and giving up, the softness of the stuffed animals around me enveloped me in warmness and comfort, much better than being tormented to my demise.
Some time had passed and I was rudely awoken by the sensation similar to an electric shock. The Meowstress was sitting cross-legged in front of me and watching me in curiosity as I moved my limbs. Staring at my arms and legs, they were gray stuffed nubs, and on my belly, there was a white oval. I had now transformed into a plushie. At my rear was a pink velvety tail, half the length of my new plush body. Under my new pink nose, I felt a pair of fabric incisors. From all the clues I pieced together, I guessed that I was a stuffed mouse. I stood up on my plush legs and trudged toward the Meowstress to speak my mind, but only squeaks emanated from my sewn-on mouth.
“Get used to it, mousey! You’re going to be my new favorite, nya!” She declared with a purr, pulling me close to her plush cheeks and nuzzling my nose. I attempted to squirm out of her plush paws but my stuffed body did not have the strength to free myself from her grasps. With a defeated squeak, I submitted to my new life as a living stuffed mouse trapped in the Plush House for all eternity.
Category Story / Fantasy
Species Unspecified / Any
Gender Any
Size 107 x 110px
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P.S. This is the first time trying out a Japanese-styled Isekai story, and maybe, I might write more in future.
P.S. This is the first time trying out a Japanese-styled Isekai story, and maybe, I might write more in future.
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