Evan shows up to a plushie store grand opening and gets a little bit more than he bargained for! Story has plush TF, stuffing (like with actual stuffing) and some silly snivy content.

A story I wrote a bit ago for my good friend BorkishBrionne! We were talking ideas and I wanted to write something so a story ended up happening, haha. This was a fun one to do, got to mess with stuff I hadn't done before.


Character belongs to BorkishBrionne
Writing is mine.


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“Next!”

Evan bounced on his toes, fur springing up and down as he tried to catch a glimpse in the Build-A-Mon. What with the state of the world, they were only letting in a few customers at a time - the chain, which made stuffed Pokemon that you could customize, had released a statement about it upon opening up stores again. It was something about their customer base being mostly kids that came with their parents or grandparents for birthday gifts - lots of vulnerable people cycling in and out of the store each day. It made sense; what it didn’t do was make the line to get in any shorter.

Stepping forwards six feet to the next colorful sticker on the concrete, Evan peeked through the door as another patron was let in. There was a side entrance that led straight to the parking lot that was being used as an exit, so it felt a little ominous as people filed in, then didn’t show back up.

Evan shook off the uneasy feeling, tail wagging as his excitement trickled back in to replace it. Build-A-Mon had just announced a huge sale - a few weeks after reopening, they still weren’t getting many customers, so there was a 30% discount storewide. It was enough of a deal to finally get the hyena to show up. The plush Pokemon were pretty high quality, and accordingly expensive, but he’d wanted one for so long that a discount was the only excuse he needed.

“Next!” An employee with a mask over most of their face and smile lines crinkling the corners of their eyes let in the hippo standing two places ahead of Evan. This time, as the door swung shut, he managed to catch sight of a big machine filling the center of the store, full to the brim with stuffing. Did they really need that much? Maybe it was just for show. They couldn’t possibly fill up that many plushies' worth in any reasonable amount of time.

The last person in front of Evan, a tiger holding the hand of a much smaller kid, got called in. Although the wait in between each person was about the same (five or so minutes - he’d checked), this one felt unbearably long. Eventually, finally, after roughly a hundred years, the door opened up and the (presumably) smiling employee shouted, “Next!”

Evan hopped inside faster than a kangaroo, excitement bubbling over into tense anticipation. The machine that took up the center of the store was whirring mechanically, the stuffing inside swirling as a large piece of metal spun through the middle of the pile. Examples of Pokemon were placed all around the store, some wearing assorted clothes, others with signs that said “Squeeze me!” or “Smell me!”

Evan nearly walked right past the register into the fields of fabric, fluff, and accessories. Feeling a little heat of embarrassment creep over his collar, he stepped backwards and leaned on the counter, glad for the purple fur that covered his neck.

Another employee was standing at the register, his long brown hair tucked back in a ponytail. “How can I help you today, sir?” His voice held the same note of cheer as the guy who had been opening up the door for each new customer. He was still standing next to the door, his job apparently fulfilled for now.

“I uh, wanted to get a plushie,” Evan said, somewhat lamely.

“You’ve come to the right place then!” The cashier’s overenthusiasm made up for Evan’s lack thereof, and then some. Evan noticed his nametag - it read ‘Jeremy.’ For whatever reason, that felt too normal. “Any one in particular catch your eye?”

“Yeah, actually!” Evan had been planning the purchase for ages. “I want a snivy - uh, should I tell you what clothes and stuff now, or is that later?”

“Actually….” A note of genuine sadness crept into Jeremy’s voice. Either that, or he was a good actor. “We’re fresh out of Snivy. Any of the others on display are available, though, if you’d like to pick something else?”

That was a serious blow. “You’re serious?”

Jeremy nodded. “Today’s the last day before drop off, when we get a new shipment of whatever we’ve run out of. It’s been a huge problem during the sale - there was an emergency delivery just a few days ago that still wasn’t enough.”

“Dang…” Evan mumbled, fist clenching in his pocket, where it had delved to grab his wallet. That really sucked. Sure, he could come another day, but the sale was ending soon, and the lines were still awful. He’d be better off just getting something else. It felt awful to make the choice, but it was better than going home empty handed.

As he turned to scan the plushies littered around the store, the door employee knocked a hand against the wall. “You check the back to see if there’s anything left, Jeremy? I could have sworn there were a few in the box last time I checked.”

“I’m pretty sure, yeah, but I’ll check again,” he said, slipping out from behind the register and heading towards a door in the back. Evan wasn’t very hopeful - really, he was just desperately scrambling to decide what was his second favorite out of the options available.

Luckily, though, he didn’t have to decide. The back door opened, Jeremy pushing it with his back as he lugged in a big box. “Good news!”

Evan’s heart leapt. It was a massive box, but if he had to pay a few bucks extra, well, that was good enough for him. Jeremy sidled through the small gap between the wall and the booth, dropping the box next to the cash register.

“You’re in luck! We got one deluxe Snivy left over!” Jeremy’s voice was a clear indicator of the smile invisible under his face mask. Relief flooded through him, but would he be able to afford it? Deluxe sounded like the most expensive option. Evan scanned the big sign with all the prices on it, but couldn’t find deluxe written anywhere.

“Uh… how much extra will it cost?” he asked, eyeing the box.

“It’s like… ten bucks?” Jeremy glanced over at the door employee, who nodded behind Evan’s back. “Yeah, ten extra. And that’s flat, including accessories and everything.”

“Woah, wait, seriously?” Evan said, shocked. The next size up from a regular plushie was fifteen, and that was just a medium!

“Yep! We normally save these for Build-A-Mon members, but as long as you promise not to tell the bossman, I’ll let you have it.” Jeremy winked, patting the top of the cardboard lightly.

“Thanks, man. I really appreciate it.” Evan dug out his credit card, sticking it in the card reader and signing his name when the prompt came up.

“Of course, dude. Anything for the customers!” Jeremy laughed. “That’s what they tell us to say, anyway. I just like working here, it’s chill. What accessories did you say you wanted?”

“Oh, uh…” Evan slid the card back into his wallet and switched it out for his phone, pulling out a list. “Let’s see… purple and white striped socks, Pokemon University jacket, the little wrist tag thing, thin mint scent, and a voice box.” He had been planning on picking only one or two things, but if it was all included in the price, why not go for broke?

Jeremy grabbed a pad of sticky notes next to the cash register and scribbled a few notes. “Which personality would you like? We have proud, friendly, silly, smug—”

“Smug,” Evan interrupted. He hadn’t expected personality options, but that one was the best option by far.

“Alright, and where did you want the scent?” Jeremy asked, adding the word ‘smug’ next to ‘VB.’

“Oh, uh… nose, I guess?” That made enough sense. Evan had thought it would be like, scented stuffing or something, but apparently not.

“Okay, sounds good! Let’s get over to the stuffing mill to get started!” Jeremy grabbed the box and squirmed out of the booth, and Evan followed him to where he set it down next to a weird looking tube that fed into the tank full of cotton. There was a row of cubbies along the side of the machine, and Jeremy sorted through them, pulling out and showing off the voice box, a small cube that you could squeeze to activate, and a weird plastic piece that turned out to be what had the scent.

“We can grab the clothes after we stuff the plushie,” he said, handing the two pieces to Evan and bending down to tear the tape sealing the cardboard box. Evan was surprised to see that it was full of bubble wrap - he couldn’t see why that might be necessary to transport what basically amounted to a bunch of fabric.

What Jeremy pulled out wasn’t fabric, though. Digging through the bubble wrap, he eventually produced what looked almost like a valve - like the kind on an inflatable mattress or something.

“I thought that was the deluxe plush,” Evan said, confused.

“Oh it is!” Jeremy said cheerfully - before slapping it against Evan’s thigh with a sharp pinch.

“Ow, hey! Get off!” Evan yelped, stumbling backwards. The valve was stuck to his leg, somehow - tugging didn’t even budge it. “The heck is this thing?!”

“You’ll find out soon enough!” Jeremy knocked on the side of the machine in a quick, complex pattern. Before Evan could protest further, the ground below his feet was suddenly gone, and he plunged into darkness.



Luckily, the fall wasn’t that far - only ten or so feet.

Unluckily, he’d landed on his rear.

Evan groaned, blinking as a few bright lights turned on, shining right into his eyes. He tried to sit up and get his bearings, glancing around the room. The stuffing mill actually extended through the floor of the store, all the way down to this weird sublevel. Besides that, there wasn’t much, other than a few tubes laying like entrails on the cement floor.

Another sharp prick on his leg shocked the hyena, and he jumped so bad he knocked his rear on the ground again. A tube that extended out of the stuffing mill had plugged itself right into the valve, which itself seemed to now have a hole that went straight into his body. It was empty inside - Evan distinctly remembered having bones there. Maybe it was some sort of optical illusion? He tried to tug the tube out and was met with heavy resistance, but thankfully not any more pain.

At this point, Evan’s brain was overloaded. Maybe this was some sort of underground kidnapping organization? If so, he was in big trouble. Or this was some sort of prank. Neither explanation explained the tube in his thigh, though, and that was currently the most concerning part.

A sharp metallic screech rang through the room, grating on his ears, before it cleared up and resolved into a robotic voice. “Please relax. Prep stage will now begin.”

Prep? Prep for what? Evan stumbled to his feet, growling, ready to climb right back out the ceiling where he came from.

“Please relax.” As the voice rang out again, a few of the tubes on the ground came to life, utilizing Evan’s shock at seeing sudden prehensile machine tube thingies to wrap themselves around his ankles and anchoring him to the ground.

“Hey, let go!” he shouted, trying to pry at the tubes.

“Prep stage will now begin,” was his only response.

A cold, numbing sensation began flowing through the tube into his thigh. He clutched it, trying to stay upright, but as it spread, his muscles relaxed and dropped him to the floor.

“Gaaaahhh….” A feeling like flowing air was the only sensation that filled the mostly-numb thigh, quickly overtaking his hips and right foot. A soft whine of fear slipped out as it swirled around in his stomach, weakened his arms, and eventually left him laying flat on the ground, unable to move his body.

“Prep stage complete. Stuffing will now begin.” The voice seemed weirdly muffled, but Evan couldn’t figure out why. He was too weak to do more than barely shift his head to glance at his body - the fur was shorter and shinier, looking almost exactly like… fabric. More importantly, it looked like it had been flattened, somehow, like a cartoon character after getting hit by a car.

The stuffing mill whirred louder, the cotton inside spinning faster as the tube became active once again, this time doing the opposite - a warm, fluffy sensation pressing outwards from the valve, quite literally filling the emptiness left behind by whatever the prep stage had done to him. In a few moments, he was able to twitch his toes, but they still felt unwieldy, just like when your arm goes numb and you forget how to move it for a bit.

“Mmrph,” was all Evan could manage to say. If he wasn’t mistaken, he was getting filled with plushie stuffing; there was absolutely no way this could be a good thing, in his mind. How was he even still alive?

“Stuffing thirty percent complete.” The cool, metallic voice felt like it was mocking Evan’s fate, somehow. He couldn’t do anything but watch as his body steadily regained its third dimension. The voice began announcing its progress every minute or so - forty, fifty percent - but by the time it got to sixty, Evan had enough control to be able to sit up, feeling almost back to normal. Other than the obvious fact that he was now somehow a plushie.

“Stuffing sixty percent complete. Accessory insertion active.”

“Oh, no…” Evan’s voice felt stiff and mumbly. He tried to shake his head as another set of tubes appeared, two holding onto the voice box and scented plastic. “No, I think I’ve changed my mi—”

He let out a strangled GRK as the tubes crammed into his maw, a few others pinning his arms to his side. The voice box was shoved into his throat, an uncomfortable bulge, while the scented plastic was slammed into the end of his snout. Luckily his sinuses were gone - otherwise, that would have been much, much more uncomfortable. His nose immediately filled with thin mint-scent, and breathing in and out did nothing to dilute it, only making him slightly dizzy.

It still definitely did not feel good, though. Evan tried to squawk out a protest, but his voice seemed to die in his throat. Instead, the voice box jittered and activated. “Sniiii-vy-vy!” It was tinny, but otherwise surprisingly loud and clear. He tried to clear his throat and try again, but all he got was another “Snivy, sni-sni.”

Well then. Things just kept on getting worse and worse.

“Stuffing recommencing.” The machine grew even louder, stuffing pushing in extra hard - it had to, since Evan was already mostly full. His leg felt tight, and for a moment he thought it might burst, before he noticed that it was stretching. The more stuffing that got pumped in, the wider it got. He noted uneasily that the other leg was doing the same thing, along with his belly. Would it ever stop? Would he just keep getting filled until he stopped stretching and popped, or would he keep stretching forever?

“Stuffing sixty-five percent complete.” Evan groaned internally, feeling light headed from the deluge of utterly foreign sensations. For a few minutes, he just sat there, lower body steadily bulging out further and further.

Finally, something snapped him out of his dizzying haze. There was something new announced by the droning voice. “Stuffing eighty percent complete. Restructuring and restyling active.” Evan was quite convinced that he’d be restructured enough, but apparently not. He caught a glimpse of small panels opening in the floor, and more tubular machine arms emerging from them - that was where they’d all been coming from.

He wasn’t able to ponder that for long, as the glint of light on a sewing needle caught his eye. “H-hey, keep that thing away!” was what he tried to say, but all that came out was a self-satisfied “Vy-vy. Snivy.”

Evan kept his eyes squeezed shut for this part. Even with a body of fabric, the thought of watching as it was cut and resewn made him sick to his stomach. He could feel it, with the muted sensitivity of his new skin, but fortunately it wasn’t painful. Really, it was almost like a massage. At one point, when his eyes were being worked on, he couldn’t close them - instead of glancing down, he stared straight ahead to the wall.

Finally, after what felt like ages, the voice spoke again. “Stuffing recommencing.” Evan steeled his nerves, then threw open his eyes to reexamine his body.

There were no traces of the purple and black hyena left. Where there was once a deep purple hue, there was now yellow and green fabric, in the distinct pattern of a snivy - dark green on his back, cream for his underbelly, and accents of yellow near his shoulders. His hands were the little three-fingered appendages they all had; a pillow-like leaf adorned his tail; his snout was much pointier, sticking into his field of vision. Any comment he tried to make about it was translated to Pokemon speak, with smug snivy calls and chatter.

And yet, he still wasn’t quite done. According to the machine, he was still only eighty percent stuffed. Where would the rest even go?

His answer came quickly, as the cotton continued to pump into his lower body. Fortunately, after being picked up during the restructuring, he was now sitting upright - if not for that, he doubted he would have been able to sit up. At ninety percent, his belly was a five foot sphere; at ninety-five, his thighs swelled up to an ovoid shape with a large nub at the bottom for a paw. Finally, when he reached one hundred percent stuffing, as announced by the machine, his tail had puffed into an egregiously oversized appendage that a small child could use as a bed, and his arms had puffed up to a rounder shape.

“Vy vy!” His sigh of relief became a triumphant shout. Moving around was difficult, but doable; the incredible proportions of his overinflated lower half made fine movements nigh impossible. He was still examining his new frame, trying to figure it out, when a set of tubes suddenly shoved his paws into a pair of socks, a jacket being shoved on over his head. Luckily, he started getting wide at around his waist - above that, he had mostly normal proportions. The sheer size of his spherical lower half had actually increased his overall height, leaving his head only a few feet from the ceiling.

“Smugleaf conversion complete. Please exit, and have a good day.” The mechanical noises of the room steadily wound down to nothing but the stuffing mill, and the tube in his leg finally popped off, along with the valve, nothing but a stitched seam indicating where it had been. A mirror was raised from a long, horizontal slit in the ground, giving Evan a peek at himself.

He was… well, ridiculous, really. The socks were stretched to their breaking point over his legs, hardly able to reach most of the way up his thighs. His belly was quite literally spherical, and his earlier estimate of five feet seemed pretty accurate. His tail filled the room behind himself, and moving it around was like moving a giant sack full of clouds attached to his rear.

By comparison, his upper body looked silly, almost out of place, crowing the top of the sphere like a hat. His face was now a wide, toothy grin, perfectly matching the half-lidded eyes and pointy snout that looked like a rich snob’s nose (not to mention all he could smell was thin mints). The whole look emanated smugness - which, after all, was the personality he had picked.

A noise to Evan’s right turned out to be a door opening to sunlight, a stairway to the parking lot above visible. The bright light hurt his eyes, but he couldn’t express his discomfort - only how wonderful he was, in snivy-speak. He waddled over to it okay, but a problem quickly became apparent - his ridiculous belly and thighs were going to have a rough time making it up.

Half an hour of grunting, squeezing, shoving, and whining-turned-to-bragging, Evan popped out of the Build-A-Mon and into the parking lot. Stumbling past a few people standing and staring, he reached his car - only to find that there was no way he could fit inside. He sighed, and the voice box emitted a happy, snarky “Sniiiiivy!”

This was going to be a long day.