Picture by Vebop Project

As you held the empty pink bunny, you looked around the store to try to spot an employee. It was your first time going to one of those stores where you make a custom plush animal, and you wanted to make sure you weren't gonna mess it up. Your niece's birthday was in a week, and you figured a stuffed toy would be perfect for her, so that's why you stood in the store next to the whirling polyester machine, trying to get some help. You paced the store, but no employees were present; they had seemingly vanished into the back to avoid working. Eventually, you gave up and approached the machine, thinking it would have to be relatively easy since kids used it.

You grabbed the hose and brought it to the opening of the bear before realizing you needed two hands to fit it in the hole. Not thinking about you, you put the nozzle in your mouth to grip it as you worked the fabric, but suddenly started to feel the filling start to flow into your mouth. You tried to spit out the hose, but it refused, instead forcing itself deeper down your throat and increasing the flow of the polyester. You grasped the tube, but you started to feel your strength waning, your hands starting to shift from flesh-tone human digits to fat, overstuffed pink paws.

Fear of suffocation instantly took over as you began to panic, trying to break free of the contraption. You tried to get help, but the hose kept you close to the machine like a leash, forcing you back towards it if you strayed too far. Your grasping became useless as your new paws stopped responding to your commands. The pink spread up your arms, your skin stretching and shifting as more of the stuff was pumped into your body. Your elbows lost all rigidity, your joints entirely gone as the creeping transformation replaced them with soft, pliant material. Suddenly, you fell as your knees gave way, shining light on your missed observation that your feet had begun to swell, too.

Your clothes tore with surprising force as your limbs grew thicker and stumpier. You looked around in panic as your torso started to inflate, losing any human definition your body had as it became round and inviting. Still, no one was in the store, and the passersby didn't notice what was happening to you. More and more stuffing entered your body, replacing you slowly from the inside out. Your muffled shouts were cut off as your mouth lost the ability to move, no doubt now gone apart from the hole the filling was coming from. You watched in horror as your nose extended into a little snout before a shiny black triangle formed on the top. The pink filled your sight as your ears shifted to the top of your head, extending by many times their length and growing floppy. You morphed into black glass beads, surprisingly still allowing you to see through them.

The hose dropped from your mouth, the sting of stitching playing across your lips as the opening was sealed. You shrank in the air, being reduced from a full-sized human to a plush bunny, not even a foot tall. With an unceremonious plop, you hit the ground face down, unable to move a non-existent muscle. You sat with your face pressed against the tile, trying to understand what had happened to you, but your thoughts started to fog, as if your very mind was becoming light and fluffy like your insides.

Time stopped mattering to you before you were plucked from the ground by a cute girl in a mix-match of bunny and goth attire. She cooed at how adorable you were, something that made you happy before she took you to the register. She paid for you, walking out of the store with the ensouled plush, unaware of what was left of your mind still inside it. She attached you to her hip, the bouncing motion of her footfalls comforting to you for some reason. You stopped caring about your old life, the memories more of a distant shadow than anything important, as your new owner took you away from the store, never returning.