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Who doesn't want to be a soft cuddly plush?
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You weren’t exactly sure what drew you to the toy store. You were, after all, an adult, and you had little to no business being inside a children’s toy store. Nonetheless, you made your way inside to take a look.

The interior was bright and colorful, with cute little posters and drawings hung up on the walls, with toys scattered all over the place. You quickly spotted the bay window where several toys were put up for display for all on the street to see.

Finally snapping out of your little nostalgic trance, you finally decided to go on your merry way and leave the store. But before you could even leave the room, a voice came out of nowhere.

“Leaving already? But you haven’t gotten acquainted with our store yet!”

You weren’t certain where the voice came from. It was a happy female one to be sure… maybe it came out of the speaker system? No, there was no speaker system. Was it magic? That made even less sense.

“I have no business here, so I’m going to head out.” you said to the air, moving again.

And yet suddenly, your feet felt as heavy as lead. You wanted to just lift up one foot forward, but as you looked down, your feet refused to budge. Were they stuck on the purple rug beneath you?

“Nonsense! I could use any help around here! I think you have the potential to make a kid very very happy!”

“Now wait just a second here!” you replied back, getting annoyed and holding up a certain finger in defiance. “I get that you might be anxious for more work, but I have my own life! You can’t just force me into anything!”

But the voice didn’t even comment on your outburst. Instead, it seemed to admonish you, saying “Oh my, that naughty gesture won’t do! This is a kids’ store, after all! I’m going to have to fix that right away!”

That’s when your left hand started feeling a little numb. You looked down at it, confused, when you noticed your fingers getting pudgier, squishier, and some of the fingers even merging together, until you were left with three on your hand!

“Wh-wh-what is this?!” you shouted, staring at your deformed hand. Your fingernails were gone, replaced by flat white triangles of cloth resembling claws. In fact, your whole hand appeared… like a plush!

“Oh, don’t mind me. Just making a few adjustments!”

The plushness spread up your arm, and gripping your plush arm with your other one, you could feel how soft it was. You squeezed tightly, finding you no longer had any bones in that arm, and the spongy material just bounced back to its regular shape when you let your grip go. Unfortunately, grabbing your plush arm with your good arm spread the transformation around!

“I don’t want this! Please stop it, I don’t want to be a… a… a stupid stuffed animal!” you cried out loud.

“Not just any stuffed animal!” the voice replied, giggling as two orange stubby horns grew out from your head, “You’re going to be a cute stuffed Charizard toy!”

You supposed there were worse things to be, but still. This had to stop! You gasped as your face began to push out, forming a reptilian snout. However, your mouth was stitched closed, and you found you couldn’t talk anymore!

“Mmmm! Mmmmph! Mm-Mmmmmm!!” you exclaimed out of your new face. You also found that you no longer had to breathe, as if your internal organs all but disappeared. One of your eyes widened beyond their possibilities, before it turned to plastic and became a large button eye!

Fortunately, you could still see out of your button eye, but your range of vision was limited when you realized your neck, which had grown longer, didn’t do that great of a job supporting your head, as it had no muscles. Your head flopped downward, and you did your best to support it with a partially changed arm. From your neck there was also a little white tag, saying that you were machine washable!

Your stomach started groaning, bloating, swelling up with stuffing as it became a proper Charizard belly. It was covered in soft yellow fuzz that felt warm and light.

“You’re going to look spectacular, I just know it!” the voice encouraged, loving the scene. That bastard. She’s not doing anything to help you!

Your legs wobbled as they finally lost all ability to support you, and you slumped to the floor. Your feet were now stubby ones with three white claws for toes. From the end of your spine, you grew a soft tail that just flopped wherever physics told it to go. The fake fire on the end of it was quite adorable, even you had to admit.

As your other eye turned into a button and all the hair on your head fell off, your transformation into a plush Charizard toy was finally complete. That’s when a teenage employee walked into the room.

“Eh? What’s this? Some dumb toy?” he asked. And you were indignant! You were not a toy, you were human! And even if you were actually a toy, you weren’t dumb! “Hm, no price tag. Eh, I’ll just slap a random price on it or something.”

He set you on the ground, your head flopping over. He scribbled on a sign and put it at your feet. If you could see it, it said “FOR $ALE!!” Now you were not just a toy, but a heavily discounted one!

You were feeling a little cold, admittedly. Maybe if someone would buy you, you’d feel the warmth of being hugged and played with? Yeah… that would be nice. Hopefully someone buys you soon!