It had been a long week. Hell, it had been a long month. Kelsey, standing alone in her room, let out a faint sigh, the exhaustion of the work week still hanging on her shoulders as she sat down on her bed, a number of plush toys lining the backboard. With the afternoon sun low in the sky, her work for the week was done, leaving only her and the next few days until the work began again. But that wasn’t’ something for her to worry about for now; now she could relax for the weekend in the best was she knew how. With a slight smile forming on her face, Kelsey lifted herself from the cushioned surface of her bed and made her way to her desk, sliding one drawer open before reaching for one of its contents. Rummaging through a series of bottles, each filled with a number of pills and labeled neatly with a single name. Pushing aside two bottles marked with the words “Stuffed Animal” and “Inflatable,” Kelsey’s fingers instead landed on a small cylinder. Reading over its label, she was content, opening the vial and shaking a single pill into her free hand. Returning the bottle to its place in her desk, she made her way to the opposite end of the room, where her reflection grinned back at her in a standing mirror, propped up against the corner. She was already feeling her mood improve, eying the small blue pill in her hand. With a smirk, she popped the capsule into her mouth, swallowing it before looking to her reflection, eagerly anticipating the effects of the pill. This was no drug though. While some people looked to going out to the bars or entertaining a hobby to relax in their free time, Kelsey instead had a bit of a unique way to relax when she could; she liked to turn herself into objects.

With the pill only having moved past her lips seconds ago, Kelsey could already feel a gentle tingle course through her, moving up from her stomach into her chest. It never did take long for changes to take effect, she reminded herself, watching closely through the reflection of the mirror. At first, it felt like her chest was filling with air, a lightness overtaking her whole frame. ‘Not air, cotton,” She mentally noted. She had been inflatable before, her body hollow save for air inside her. Smirking at the memory for a second, she couldn’t help but miss the feeling of being light as air, the air’s pressure within her keeping her vinyl frame taut in a seductive pose, but for now she had something a little bit cuddlier in mind. As the light feeling in her torso grew, she felt her breath escape her, her lungs being replaced by stuffing. With the sound of her pounding heart rate falling silent, the rise and fall of her chest growing still, Kelsey reached up and playfully took her breast in one hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. As she did, she felt only the soft give of cotton under her skin. At that, her smile only grew.

Examining her chest further, Kelsey felt as under her hand the skin of her breast slowly changed to cloth, taking on a slightly textured aesthetic as the feel was like felt to the touch, a certain inviting warmth to the fabric as it began to envelop her. Spreading slowly, the cloth over took her torso, leaving a series of seams down her chest to her waist, as if she was being stitched together as the changes spread. With most of her body covered, a familiar comfort over took her, Kelsey swooning slightly where she stood. She never did get used to the feeling of being made of cloth and cotton, running her hands along her soft frame with her still flesh and blood hands. As the changes settled in along her waist, Kelsey felt as her body took on a curvier image, becoming a distinctly feminine physique beyond her average body type. Playfully pinching her butt, Kelsey was satisfied to feel no remnants of a human girl, only the sizable expanse of a stuffed toy. As she did, she felt as her crotch took on the appearance of a smooth strip of cloth, her sex disappearing into her cotton frame. As effeminate as her new form was becoming, she didn’t have any intention to be played with like that. ‘Well, not this weekend, anyway.’

Now, her plush exterior was beginning to feel familiar, reminding her of her recent transformation into a stuffed cat toy, herself acting as a temporary gift to a friend. Though being a stuffed animal was a little bit closer to her current fate, it still wasn’t quite accurate. Looking to her reflection in the mirror, it was clear Kelsey was slowly becoming a plush doll, though her arms, legs, and head were still yet to change fully. ‘That won’t take long,’ she reminded herself, giggling slightly at the image of the half girl/half doll before her.

With the cloth of her skin slowly creeping up her neck, Kelsey sighed contently as she felt her head become hollow, being replaced instead with the same cotton stuffing as the rest of her form. As it did, she watched her reflection intently as the changes washed over her face. With seams forming along her neck and chin, she could see as her lips took on a more full appearance, her red lipstick becoming part of her cloth face. With the corners of her mouth pulled into a smile, her lips were left parted slightly in the middle, leaving a small opening into her mouth and a ditzy expression on her face. Within, her teeth and tongue seemed to disappear, leaving only a small space leading into her stuffed head. Moving upwards, her nose took on a simple appearance, now resembling a small stitched design, her nostrils becoming little more than painted divots into her nose. At her cheeks, Kelsey’s already fair skin became an equally light cloth, a series of painted freckles now decorating her face. With her green eyes wide, she closed them as the changes made their way past them, leaving her unable to see momentarily. A second later though, her vision returned to her, a new image appearing in the mirror. Her eyes were wide, exaggerated greatly, taking on an innocent and larger than life appearance. For a second they still almost looked human, the intricate stitching of it all making her now cloth eyes beautifully realistic. Unable to blink, as if she’d want to miss a second of her transformation, she watched as her eyelashes took on a notably long and bold look, her eyebrows becoming a series of neatly stitched threads as well. Finally, reaching her hair, the changes converted her wavy dirty-blonde curls to strands of thin yarn of the same color, even keeping the same curly nature that waved down her back. Though losing her ability to speak, internally she was ecstatic. Even with her limbs still human, she looked indistinguishable from a plaything, though life-sized. If she didn’t know it was her, Kelsey wouldn’t have minded owning and having the doll in front of her. Now though, her mind was already turning to the desire to be owned instead.

With a few yarn strands of hair falling in front of her gaze, Kelsey instinctually lifted a hand to part her hair, looking to her arm as she did. Making its way from her shoulders, the changes now shot along her arms, only taking a few seconds to reach her palms. There, her fingers became stitched at the joints, molding together into a single articulated mitt of the same cloth as the rest of her. As it did, a similar change shot down her legs. With her thighs filling with cotton, she found it harder and harder to stand, bowing her legs slightly to attempt to maintain her balance. Reaching down her leg, her feet took on a simplistic shape, the cloth of her skin blending together as if wearing a sock of the same material. At that, Kelsey had become a stuffed doll, head to toe, silently cheering to herself. Trying to stand up straight, she felt as her arms dropped to her sides, her face locking in an unwavering dollish expression as her limbs began to ignore her. At that, her legs buckled, the doll falling to the floor.

As she fell, Kelsey caught one last glimpse of herself in the mirror. In what seemed like a split second, her clothes shifted from a simple pair of blue jeans and a tank top to an attire more suitable for a plaything. All as she was still falling, her jeans disappeared, leaving only a short, patterned skirt with her cloth thighs exposed. Just below her knees, a pair of stripped red knee socks appeared over her bare legs, while her tank top changed to a fuzzy red sweater, hugging her body closely as if to show off her dollish frame. Finally, her hair was pulled into two pigtails, each with a small red ribbon holding them in place. Admittedly, she looked ridiculous; as if she was costume design for a Barbie in the 90’s, but she couldn’t be bothered. To her, she looked exactly how she should; like a doll. All before she hit the floor, her mind had changed as well, reverting to the mindset of a Kelsey Doll that she had inhabited many times before during her transformations. Being that of a doll’s, Kelsey found her thoughts collapse around her as she stopped seeing herself as a human girl, wasting no time recognizing herself as only the plaything in front of her. A doll who needed to be played with, to be put on display on a bed or shelf, to be cuddled up to against the chest of her owner, to be somebody’s property. Any worries, any stress she had seemed to have faded away, the only things remaining in her head being cotton and her new dollish mindset. She didn’t even feel her plush frame impact on the floor, giving off a soft thump as her limbs sprawled out around her. From the floor where she lay, Kelsey Doll could still see the stuffed animals on her bed, though now she assumed that both them and herself were property of an owner who was yet to find her. Certain he or she would find her soon, Kelsey drifted off into a day dream, perfectly relaxed as she imagined being played with along with the other toys.
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Hearing a noise from the other room, Rachel looked up from her book, sitting alone in the living room of their currently quite apartment. She’d been living with Kelsey for over a year now, knowing the girl as being notoriously quite. All the same, the gentle thud she heard coming from her friends room was notable, as if she had dropped a large pillow to the ground. ‘Wonder what that girl is up to this time,’ she thought to herself, leaving her book on the couch as she made her way towards the sound. Rounding the doorway into Kelsey’s room, Rachel couldn’t even say she was surprised to see a doll perfectly resembling her friend in a heap on the ground. She was very familiar was her roommates habits, having been Kelsey’s temporary owner more than a few times. In the past, she had owned Kelsey as a puppet, mannequin, body pillow, even a sex doll for a weekend at a time, once owning her for a couple of weeks as a cat-girl doll while on vacation. As far as she could tell from the inanimate girl on the floor, this was an invitation to own her once more, a thought that Rachel couldn’t help but smirk devilishly at. Kelsey was a friend, but Rachel would be lying if she said she didn’t get a certain satisfaction treating her like an object; using her, playing with her, even occasionally abusing the doll; using her as a footrest and even once propping her up as a pillow for support while her and her boyfriend made love atop her. If being a toy was her way of relaxing, then Rachel could easily say owning that toy was her way of letting off some steam too. Thankfully, Kelsey didn’t mind in the slightest, fully becoming an object to be used as her owner saw fit when she transformed herself. After all, it was all her choice.

Putting on a feigned expression of surprise and intrigue, Rachel slowly entered the room, acting as if she didn’t recognize her roommate inanimate on the floor. “Oh, who must have left this old thing in here?” She asked, approaching the doll so that she was now at her feet nudging her limp frame with her foot gently. Taking her by one arm, Rachel easily lifted Kelsey Doll into the air, letting her dangle for a moment in front of the mirror before wrapping an arm around her waist, letting her plush form sag slightly in her grasp, Kelsey’s head titled to one side. If Kelsey could move in her current state, she’d would have hugged her roommate profusely, excitement coursing through her at the prospect of being owned once more. Even just being in her owner’s arms, Kelsey began to melt, a warmth seeping through her as she felt Rachel explore her new body. Yet, all she could do was passively watch, feeling her cotton form guided by her hands. “No owner to take care of you, aye Kelse?” she continued, shaking the doll’s head no, Rachel continued. “Well we can’t have that, can we?”

At that, Rachel playfully let the doll fall to the ground once more, taking her by her hand and dragging her behind her to the other room. Sitting back on the couch, she pulled Kelsey Doll onto her lap, positioning her as to straddle her. Running her hands along the doll’s sweater, not hesitating to feel the toy up, Rachel spoke. “This weekend just got more interesting, didn’t it? I’m going out tonight but something tells me you’ll be waiting for me when I come home drunk. From the looks of it you’ll make a great body pillow too.” As she spoke, she playfully compressed the doll as if to fluff her like a pillow. “And lucky you, tomorrow my parents need me to watch my kid brother after school, so I’m sure he’d love a new dolly like you to play with along with his other toys. He does like to play rough though, so hopefully you’re made well; otherwise he might break you.” Giggling to herself, Rachel took the doll’s chin in her hand, gliding her thumb over her lips. “Kidding, honey. He’s a sweetheart. He’s going to wish he could keep you though. Too bad, you’re all mine… After all, I might have to play with you myself at some point.” At that, Rachel got up, taking Kelsey Doll by her armpits and looking into her eyes for a second. With a smile, Rachel carelessly dropped her to the edge of the couch, draping her over the arm of the couch, her arms dangling to the floor with her butt in the air. Taking advantage of her new doll’s plush curves and vulnerable position, Rachel retrieved her book, leaning back to use Kelsey’s rear as a pillow before continuing reading as if nothing happened. Now, hanging upside down, Kelsey internally was beaming. Despite Rachel’s teases, she couldn’t help but feel a love for her owner, satisfied if only to be used as a head rest, feeling her full weight against her rear. Instead of the worries or the work week which normally surrounded her thoughts, all she could focus on was how good she felt and how amazing it was going to be to be played with tomorrow, or hopefully tonight by Rachel. For now though, she was simply content. After all, there’s no place for worry in the mind of a plaything