Contains Girl to Food tf, girl to stuffed toy tf

It was a few months at the farm before Danielle was able to be recovered and turned back to her old self, thanks to her older sister. Dani wasn’t even mad about the whole thing, much to Chloe’s surprise, but she had missed her birthday during her stint as a cow. This was a misfortune the blonde bestie was determined to correct. She looked up from her phone to scan the passerby on the sidewalk. She was seated on a bench in a light blue dress with a matching bow holding her hair up, and she was waiting for someone she planned on enlisting in Operation: Give Dani A Surprise Party To Make Up For Turning Her Into A Cow. The name was a work in progress. Finally she saw them step out of a car parked on the side of the road, and waved them over, hopping out of her seat.

For an anything but average friend group, Nova was an  anything but average woman. She stood at an imposing  5’10 with the help of her several inch heeled boots. Along side which she wore her thigh high stockings and a skirt shorter than anything in Chloe’s wardrobe. Her toned midriff was on proud display beneath her crop top. She moved a strand of her hair behind her ear as she strode with purpose down the way. Her hair was long enough to reach midway down her back and was dark with dyed streaks of red. Nova had a traditional beauty that she knew how to flaunt, and her makeup accented her brown eyes and full lips perfectly. She spent a lot of time and effort on her appearance and it showed. She lowered her sunglasses a bit to peek over the rim, smirking to herself upon seeing her excitable friend Chloe.

“Heyyyy babe!” She called in her deeper, naturally sultry voice. She gave her friend a hug and kiss on the cheek, “Got your texts, guess Dani is back from her vacay?”

Chloe let out a sheepish nod. Nova’s self confidence could be a little intimidating, “How was work last night?” She asked her typical ‘let’s catch up’ small talk before diving into her requests.

Nova moved her sunglasses to rest stop her head and sat beside her friend, crossing her legs at the knees, “Oh you know I’m the queen of the club - all eyes on me as always,” she laughed. Nova was what Chloe would politely refer to as a dancer and escort, but if you asked Nova she wouldn't be shy with the details. It was a job she had no shame in having, though she got it when others react the way they would.

“Good… good,” Chloe poked her index fingers together idly, trying to find a good way to broach the subject she called Nova here for.

“Well?” Nova prodded, giving her an elbow nudge and a knowing look.

“Well what?” Chloe squeaked, playing innocent

“Well what'd you call me for? If it were just to hang out you wouldn’t be so nervous.” She pointed out.

“Well… it’s just that,” she sighed, “Dani missed her birthday while she was… away,” she began, “I wanted to throw her a surprise party, like we used to help with when we were little,” she explained.

“A surprise party? Think she’s a little old for that?” Nova asked, though upon meeting the pouty puppy eyed look Chloe replied with she sighed. “That’s not fair, you know I can’t resist you when you’re being cute,” she said. She giggled and lifted Chloe’s chin, “Alright alright, turn those baby blues off, I’ll help.” She assured.

Chloe instantly revitalized with bouncy glee, “Yes! Okay C'mon C'mon!” She was up and pulling Nova along before the poor girl could so much as say ‘huh?’

Any questions were met with silence or deflection as Chloe tugged Nova along to a building around the backside of a popular strip. Despite the bustling of the frontside, this side was a bit ominously isolated.

“A sauna?” Nova read the sign on the building, “Why are we here again?”

“I think best when I’m sweaty!” Chloe explained.

Nova considered arguing this point, but being Chloe’s friend was all about picking your battles with her nonsense, and this at least would result in her getting to relax in a sauna, so she kept her mouth shut. Despite the shady exterior, the inside was well kept, tidy, and inviting. Nova looked around the lobby while Chloe hurried along to the front desk to reserve a room for them. Once again Nova found herself pushed along without a say towards the changing rooms.

“Hurry and get ready okay?” Chloe urged, disappearing out of the room and off doing god knows what. Nova shook her head, that girl really needed to slow down and breathe sometimes. She cleaned her face and got herself ready. The employee from earlier told her which room it was, but Chloe wasn’t back yet. Peeking inside the room she didn’t see her inside either, but stepped inside and let the door close behind her. No harm in getting a head start she figured.

Minutes passed and still no sign of Chloe. Nova figured she’d wait another minute or two before stepping out to find her, not wanting to finish before Chloe even had a chance to join her. Her hair damply clung to her back and face as she sweat more. It always amazed her how hot these things could get, and she went to wipe her face clear of her bangs. This move caused a very bizarre sensation for the young woman, almost like she’d just smeared a thick glob of cream foundation on her forehead. She examined her hand for an explanation, and found one, much to her horror. Her hand was drooping a bit, the thick droplets of what she’d assumed to be sweat rolled down and took bits of her flesh with them. More strikingly, her fingers she’d used to wipe her face were smaller, smooshed and smeared away when she’d applied force to them. The sight produced a scream from Nova. She had to get the hell out of here! She stood quickly and wobbled, but not just from the sudden standing. Her legs themselves felt unsteady - heavy and slow to respond. A quick glance was all she needed to confirm her fears. Her once beautiful and shapely legs were thicker and awkwardly drooping, as if they were sinking in on themselves with the weight of her standing on them. Her steps left puddles of distinctly her own skin tone behind as she rushed to the door. Her hope for salvation was dashed when the door to cooler air wouldn’t budge. She tried to cry out for Chloe, banging her goopy hand against the door with ineffective ‘plap’ sounds. Such abuse to her malforming hands left them as useless lumps, bits sloughing off with every movement. She tried to calm her own panic by breathing, and backed away, planning on rushing the door with a full bodied tackle. She just hoped her body was solid enough to knock it open. She counted herself down in preparation…

3…

2…

Woah!

SPLASH!

Her legs below the knees buckled under her weight and she landed heavily in a puddle of… herself. The shock of the landing knocked her left hand and right arm free of her melting torso. She could see the thick forms of her arm and legs quickly diminish to be even with the growing, viscous puddle she lay in. She let out a scream of frustration, and tried calling for help again, but something more caused that to grow difficult. Her body was melting at different rates all over, and she hadn’t really taken notice of the feelings in her face until now. Her eyelids were drooping and heavy, and her nose simply fell off into the puddle. Additionally, her upper lip was melting into her bottom lip, and each time she opened her mouth to yell, it was harder and harder to separate the two. Soon enough, her mouth simply sealed itself, melding away with the rest of her face as she sank lower and lower into herself. Just as she was hardly but a puddle with three quickly melting lumps left - her head and what remained of her bosom - she thought she saw the door open. It was hard to see as her eyes melted away into the rest of her, but her sense of touch never faded, and she could almost sort of hear too. It took effort, but she could hear Chloe in the room, and something else. Suddenly her whole dispersed form was moving quickly towards something. Her sense of direction was very muted, and she simply felt as though she were tumbling until she settled into a much smaller, but deeper puddle in something cool to the touch. She could vaguely make out Chloe’s face above her, but attempts at speaking only resulted in a little bubble forming on her surface and popping without a sound.

Chloe thanked the staff for their help and carried the large mixing bowl filled with her melted friend through the building to another room in the back, “Oh Dani is gonna love this!” She declared giddily. She set the bowl of Nova down and gathered up her supplies.

Where was she now? Nova was finding it difficult to concentrate in this form, and couldn’t decide if she was pissed or impressed with her typically goody two shoes friend for doing something so tricky and mischievous. She settled on pissed for now. Such a feeling was met with confusion as she felt various things be added to her. Something dry and chalky, something that tasted strongly of chocolate - oh. I guess I can taste, she added to herself after that latest sensation. Her thoughts were soon violently scrambled as Chloe turned on the standing mixer, humming a tune as Nova was mixed in with the ingredients to make a thick chocolate batter. She was poured into something else and then slid into somewhere dark. Then it got hot again. It got real hot. Oh my god is way too hot in here!

Oblivious to the inner thoughts of her baking friend, Chloe prepared the decorations for Danielle’s birthday cake.

“Don’t worry, Nova, I’ll tell her it’s you and we’ll have our laugh and all eat the real cake once she turns you back,” Chloe told the now fully baked and decorated cake Nova had become. “I just thought this would cheer her up, y'know?” She asked. Leave it Chloe to truly understand their eccentric witch friend.

Chloe had called Danielle’s older sister ahead of time to make sure Dani wasn’t in before they arrived, explaining her desire to give Dani a surprise party. Roxanne, the elder of the Owens sisters, was on board, and promised to help make it extra special. Roxanne was a witch like her baby sister, and taught Dani most everything she knew. They really bonded over their magical abilities, with Roxanne taking on a motherly role after the passing of their parents when Danielle was very young. As a result of that dynamic, Roxanne could be a bit… over protective of Danielle, with that stereotypical aversion to little Dani being all grown up. She had Dani’s thick brown locks, though she had hers cut shorter and kept it styled out of her face. They also shared their deep emerald green eyes that sometimes glowed faintly with magical power. Other than that, Roxanne dressed much more mature and sophisticated than Dani, an obvious indication of their age gap and personality differences.

Chloe knocked on the door, practically bouncing with delight, careful not to drop Nova as Roxanne Owens answered the door, “Ah! You’re here, come in come in, Danielle isn’t going to be gone long!” She said, taking the cake from Chloe and hurrying to the kitchen to set it down, leaving the door open for Chloe.

“O- oh, there’s something about the cake I need to-“

“Yes yes it looks perfect! Now can you grab the present in the dining room? I don’t want her to see it prematurely!” Roxanne chirped, bulldozing over Chloe’s attempt at explaining the cake was in fact Nova.

“S-sure,” Chloe shook her head. It was fine, she’d just explain to them before it was served. She headed over to the dining room table we’re a good sized box lay. It was one of those gift boxes that looked wrapped but you could slide the lid off after undoing the ribbon for a mess free gift that still looked good and presentable. It was very like Roxanne to go for something like this - no doubt she thought wrapping paper was a huge waste of money and paper. She grabbed it and paused. This was remarkably light… in fact it felt empty? Chloe blinked, giving it a very gentle shake. No sound. Did she forget to put the present in with her impromptu preparation? That would be embarrassing for the big sister, so she undid the ribbon and lifted the lid to double check.

It was empty, but that was the only thought Chloe had time to form before a burst of energy erupted from the box, forming slender tendrils of sparkling magical energy. They lurched forward and seized Chloe, holding each of her limbs outstretched and above the box.

She let out a startled squeak, “Eek! R-Roxaaaane! Help!” She cried. She could hear her just in the other room, but she didn’t sound perturbed. She was just bustling about, making sure she had plates and drinks and the other preparations ready. Poor Chloe squirmed with all her might uselessly, “Let! Me! Go!” She demanded to the tendrils. A fifth tendril moved forward and slid to touch her abdomen, sending a shockwave of magic through her. The feeling began to be replaced with a warm tingling starting at her navel and slowly spreading outward. It wasn’t unpleasant, like a numbing agent mixed with a warm towel treatment spreading over her body. She felt a bit bloated, but otherwise was taken by the blissful tingling. It reached her arms, giving her a chance to see the results of the feeling for the first time. Her skin was changing texture to a fuzzy looking fabric. A seam formed all the way down her arm until the feel my hit her hands. They felt awkward and bloated, and she watched as her fingers began to fatten and fuse together in a large, fuzzy fabric facsimile of an animal paw. The sight ripped her from her rapture and reinvigorated her cries for help.

“Mmm excellent job with the cake,” Roxanne said, entering the room, licking her finger clean of the bit of frosting she’d swiped off the cake, “She really turned out delicious.”

Chloe didn’t know what to be more fearful of: Roxanne knowing the cake was Nova, or the utter lack of concern with which she regarded Chloe’s own situation, “H-Help?” She asked, though she got the feeling such a plea was useless now.

Roxanne let out a chilling giggle, “You’re turning out just lovely.” She said, “Let her down, I’ll take it from here.” The magical tendrils let Chloe down to sit limply against the wall. From the neck down the girl looked made of fabric - a stuffed girl, and her body felt just as unresponsive as one. Roxanne knelt to her level and ran her finger across Chloe’s arm, causing a return of the warm, tingly feeling emanating from the woman’s touch. In response to her fingers, her skin began to change color, and with a fervent itchiness, faux fur began to sprout over her body. Shades of orange and black and white, it wasn’t long before a fox-like motif appeared to take over her body.

The pleasant warmth was soured by Roxanne’s words, her tone sinister in its sweetness, “You didn’t think you’d get off scot free for turning my baby sister into a cow, did you?”

“I didn’t mean-“

Chloe was hushed by Roxanne with a firm poke in her chest. Her chest began to feel tight, and her breathing was constricted. It was painful, but only for a moment, like being pricked with a needle. Soon the warm fuzzy feeling radiated through her insides, making her bloat and feel light and fluffy, like her insides were being turned to cotton. Serving this hypothesis, Roxanne lifted her without effort and pinched her rear end. She tugged and Chloe felt her spine stretch in response. Roxanne pulled and pulled until Chloe had a big bushy fox tail before setting her down on the table.

Taking advantage of this brief respite, she begged again. Her voice wouldn’t rise above a whisper, and the effort was getting taxing, “Please… don’t do this… I’m her friend…” she wheezed.

Roxanne grinned, “Yes, you are,” she said, “When Dani sees you, you’ll be best friends.” She cooed. Roxanne began to squeeze and feel Chloe’s plush body, causing shudders of warmth and delight to ripple all throughout her body. Then Roxanne frowned, “Not nearly enough stuffing.” She snapped her fingers and produced a nozzle attached to a large hose.

“Wait wait no don’t- mmmmllllggh!” Roxanne plunged the nozzle into Chloe’s protesting mouth and flicked a switch. The nozzle spewed cotton stuffing into her, causing her to fill out and expand. Roxanne guided the flow to her limbs, into her belly, and into her tail to ensure a uniform, plushy softness. It would have felt amazing if not for the implications. As Chloe silently begged with her eyes, Roxanne pinched the top of her head and pulled. Her human ear shrank away to nothing as Roxanne shaped a big fox ear, and then the other. This done, and satisfied with the stuffing, Roxanne began to finally pull the nozzle away. To her horror though, Chloe’s mouth was stretching to meet it. She watched as her nose became dark and hard, migrating to her forming muzzle. The fabric and cotton filled sensation spread through her face until she had a cartoonish head to match her body. When the nozzle finally pulled free, she tried to plead one last time, but her mouth was gone. In its place was a stitched on smile on her snout. She frantically looked to Roxanne with her eyes, but with one tap each, those hardened into shiny, beady toy eyes, locked in place, removing her last fragments of her old self. Well, almost. She couldn't turn or look to see, but she felt Roxanne begin to brush her hair, and felt it fall out with each stroke until she had no hair left. Then, after Roxanne made a final snap of her fingers, Chloe felt an intense wave of vertigo. She shrank down to proper size, and Roxanne pulled her free from her dress.

Dani’s older sister regarded the toy lovingly, “You’re going to make little Dani so happy,” she assured. This, despite everything, was comforting to the stuffed toy. That was its original goal after all. Roxanne carefully placed the doll in the box Chloe so foolishly opened, and placed the lid over it. The toy couldn’t help but feel like this might not be so bad after all.

Soon enough the door opened and Danielle returned home, “Hey Rox? They didn’t have the-“

“Surprise!” Roxanne shouted, hopping up as Danielle hit the lights to reveal a banner, balloons and streamers, and her grinning sister holding a bright gift box. “Happy birthday sweetie,” she said, returning the hug Dani ran to give.

“Can I open it?” She asked, eyeing the box in her big sister’s hand.

“After cake,” Roxanne assured, holding it aloft. “Now you sit right over here birthday girl,” she cooed, heading to the kitchen to retrieve the cake.

Nova felt her world begin to move again. She felt strange rods push into her body, followed by dull warmth. It was muffled by all the icing, but she thought she heard singing. That’s right! Danielle’s birthday! What did Chloe say? They’d have a laugh and Dani would turn her back and they’d have the real cake. Straining to look, Nova did not see Chloe, only Danielle and Roxanne. It was too hard to hear and see at once, but… wait. Woah woah what’s with the knife? Where’s the real cake? Change me back! Wait-

Roxanne cut Danielle a nice big slice, then another for herself, “Dig in sweetheart, I don’t think we have room for a cake this big in the fridge. If we don’t finish it off by tomorrow I think we’ll throw the rest out,” she warned.

Meanwhile, sitting in a box in the kitchen, a stuffed fox doll waited eagerly for her very first playtime with her new owner. Today was a very special day indeed.