(Contains girl to plush tf - Commission for JennyTheWolfress Thank you for your support!)
The day had begun with a plan. She’d been mulling it over for the better part of a week, and now she was too far invested to turn back. The plan was simple enough – to get a gift for one of her partners, DJ. The catch was that she would not settle for any mere gift, no, this operation involved much more than a trip to the mall. Instead, she stood before an imposing, industrial facility, and ran a paw nervously through her blonde hair.
“Get ahold of yourself Jenny,” she clapped her paws over her muzzle a few times to bring her back to the present, “Plenty of people have done this before.”
The sentiment, as far as she knew, was true. This whole scheme was spurred on by stories she’d read of the WizRe Toy company’s automated factory. Apparently, the staff numbered less than the average fast-food joint because the systems that pumped out toy after toy were so robust and easily maintained. Many before Jenny had stood before this very side door and walked away, free custom toy in hand, totally scot free. The wolf flicked her tri-colored tail defiantly and steeled her nerves, marching confidently towards the side entrance.
To her pleasant surprise, getting in was rather easy, and true to the stories, the halls were mostly empty. Even better, there was convenient signage practically holding her hand to her destination. Jenny had spent a while thinking about it and had settled on a custom made plushie to give to DJ. She hoped the others wouldn’t get jealous, but that was a concern for another time. For now, Jenny was more worried about how to work the massive, room filling series of machines and conveyers she now stood beside. The machines were pristine, clearly well maintained, but completely unmoving. Jenny frowned, as impressive as the facility was, it was not automatically doing anything right now. She pulled out her phone to check her texts. She had messaged DJ to meet her outside the factory later today for a surprise. He hadn’t replied yet, but she was sure he’d see it in due time and show up. Returning her attention to the idle machinery, she slowly made her way around the room. The ceiling was very high up, and there was a walkway overlooking the factory floor – probably where the controls were, if she had to guess. Careful not to let her large tail get caught in any gears or slots, she headed to the metal staircase up to the platforms. The walkway and railings creaked uncomfortably but seemed sturdy otherwise. The shine from the freshly cleaned metal gave her some much-needed confidence to look for something resembling a console or control switch. A console she did find, and a high-tech one to boot. It was a massive touch screen that allowed her to basically design any plushie she could think up. She scrolled past the preset options, many of which were well known mascots of the WizRe Toy company and decided to model the plush after herself. A custom Jenny plush sounded perfect. She added her purple coat, her blonde hair, the little spots on her front and tail. Finally, she was finished, and eagerly pressed her paw on the Go! button.
Much to her confusion, the machinery below did not roar to life. She leaned over the railing to look and see if any of the devices were moving or starting up or anything. Directly below her was a large chute that led down into the first of the machines – a large metal box at one end of the conveyer belts. Behind her the touch screen displayed a loading icon and the message ‘AWAITING MATERIAL INPUT’. She might’ve seen this message and maybe even worried about it had the railing she was leaning on not swing open like a gate on a well-oiled hinge. Off guard and already putting her weight forward, Jenny tumbled straight into the chute and landed in the big metal box with a thud.
‘MATERIAL ACQUIRED’
The box rumbled around her as Jenny tried to get her bearings. Before she could really assess what was happening or what to do next, mechanical restraints raised from the floor of the box she found herself in and clasped around her legs. Jenny pried at the cuffs holding her down to no avail, and after a few moments of lights passing over her like some sort of sci-fi scanner, the door of the first machine opened and the conveyer she was bound to began to move. Looking around at the room, all the machines had whirred to life. Pumps churned and steam hissed, mechanical arms and sensors hovered around her, and then she came to a shuddering stop somewhere between the first and second main machines. A gigantic, eye-like machine lowered from the ceiling towards Jenny and blasted her with an intense light. Aside from momentarily dazing the poor wolf from the luminosity, the light caused her to grow warm. She wasn’t particularly hot, but like the air was being turned into a heavy blanket all around her. The pleasant feeling of the warm, tingly sensations running over her body did little to curb Jenny’s panic, though. She struggled and tugged at her restraints with added fervor. There had to be some sort of emergency release, or some opportunity to break free from the machine’s embrace, and by God Jenny was going to find it.
She gripped the sides of the belt and tried to pull her legs through the metal braces with all her might. “Come… on!” she half spoke, half growled at the stupid machine. Almost in reply, the conveyer ushered her along to the next large section of the toy maker. Shutters slammed behind her, and she could hear little else than her heavy breathing. This wasn’t real – this had to be some sort of nightmare brought on by her worry about breaking into a factory and the stories she’d read. Jenny squeezed her eyes shut, willing herself to wake up. Instead, she snapped her eyes open to the hissing sound of something spraying her down. It was more of a misting, but it interacted with what the light had done to her earlier. Her skin began to change in texture. Skin and fur shifted to fabric and faux fluff mimicking her appearance. She gasped, unintentionally inhaling the stuff, and causing a tingling in her mouth that her panic let her ignore for now. Was this some sort of allergic reaction? She redoubled her efforts to escape, but somehow it felt even more in vain that before. The sensations of the iron bands over her legs were muted, almost like her skin was numb and asleep. All in all, the change felt kind of relaxing, if it weren’t so very concerning. Most concerning for the changing wolf was her increasing stiffness. Her body felt sluggish and limp, making her fight for freedom more and more feeble as her mind raced for solutions even as she was carted helplessly to the third and final big machine in the lineup.
She felt her hair with her fabric paw, feeling as it changed from locks of gold to a yellow piece of fabric. She looked up as the conveyer stopped once again in the last machine, and her eyes widened as a series of mechanical arms descended wielding sewing needles and yarn. “Geh ‘way fohm me!” she cried, her mouth felt strange as she spoke, the numb tingling causing her to fumble a bit. The machine ignored her and got to work, adding stitching down what would be typical seams on a normal plush. Her arms and sides, tail, and the connection between her felt hair and fabric scalp. Bizarrely, what she feared to be a painful series of stabbings, was instead a painless massage-like experience. Temporarily Jenny was able to surrender to the feeling since she wasn’t exactly going anywhere for it. She only snapped to her senses when she realized the needles were approaching her mouth. They paused, inches from sealing her up, and instead a large tube wormed its way into her mouth. She muttered pitifully around the intrusive device as it surged stuffing into her. She felt herself fill up with fluff, puffing her out a bit and giving her a huggable softness to her body. Once again, she found her panic begin to wane as she was filled to a standard the machine deemed appropriate and her mouth was stitched shut with a simple line of fabric denoting a smile. So lost was she that poor Jenny hardly noticed she lost the ability to shut her now faux eyes. Her head was so filled with fluff Jenny didn’t rise from her stupor until the machine moved her once again.
She tried to speak, only letting out a meager “Mmmf…” She tried to look around, but her head would not turn. The iron bands let her go, but she could not move an inch to take any advantage of her newfound freedom. Instead, the sensations of being turned into a plush facsimile of herself washed over her again, pushing down that panic. It was difficult to really think about her situation, so she fell back on feeling… and she felt rather good.
Jenny did not know how long she sat on that conveyer belt, but she did notice when a pair of hands gripped her body and gave her a squeeze. Being held like this filled the plush with a pleasant feeling, like a hug. She was carried… somewhere. The toy found it hard to process much. She was set down somewhere and left again. It didn’t take long for someone to find her. That someone was DJ, summoned by the text she had sent before. He was looking for Jenny and… well, he technically found her. It was one very well-made surprise, and he took the Jenny plush back home with him, figuring Jenny was already on her way home herself. He smirked as he held the doll, hoping the others wouldn’t get too jealous…