is magic plushie that changes size with the more you lust over it anything to you guys
you find it for cheap in a thrift shop. some sort of anthro dog. soft, kinda ruffled fur, loving eyes, the perfect size to fit in the crook of your arm, and concerningly cheap. even with a sweet little tag on the bow of its neck; magic! grow me with love! so you take it home, put it in the stack of other plushies in your room with the rest of them. for awhile you almost forget about it, but something inside you just keeps drawing your eyes back to it.
after a week you take it to bed with you one night. it feels even softer than when you bought it, and smells like something you cant quite place. not your house, not the store, but something else.. whatever it was, you couldn't get enough of it. you caught yourself subconsciously sniffing the faux fur as you snuggled with it, face pressed into whatever part was closest at the time. that's how you fell asleep, with your face buried into its soft little forehead as you hug it to your chest.
your dreams are full of the same softness, the same smell. you feel the fabric rubbing all over your body, the plushness filling you up deep inside. you're fucked like you never have been before, rough and fast but still somehow so soft. that scent filled your nose, making you almost dizzy as it fills your brain. nothing else, nothing but plush.
you wake up the next morning humping against the same plush. it was suddenly just a few inches taller, with a little more stuffing around the middle. nice and plush and soft, just like from your dreams. the reminder was enough to get your hips moving again, sleepily pressing back up against it. the plush was watching from where you straddled its face in the night, those soft eyes shining in the early morning light. if it could smile it would.
