(Plush TF / Weight Gain)

The moon was full and the night was dark. All was silent in the densely wooded countryside. The only sound that penetrated the silence was the wind rustling the thick blanket of trees and the dense carpet of tall grass. Not an animal dared to break the silence nor disturb the shadows.

“How much further!?” A loud booming voice erupted from the foliage sighing in annoyance. Its owner was a woman whose small and frail stature betrayed her blaring voice and look of naïve excitement as she crept through the grass dressed in well-crafted leather perfect for sneaking and a wooden bow that showed its age on her back.

“Quite Helen.” A hushed voice whispered out from the trees owner out of sight speaking to the human woman Helen. “Are you trying to get us caught again?”

 “It’s not like anyone is around to catch us,” Helen responded as she furred her brow making a conscious effort to keep her voice down. “We are all alone out here.”

“That is what you said last time before barking like a damn dog.” the hidden voice in the trees whispered again this time sounding more annoyed as if this exact conversation as happened countless times. “Kept it down we are all most there.”

Helen rolled her eyes and contoured creeping through the foliage. The two slinked about a mile deeper into the woods until they made their way past the trees. A large shadow sat alone on a hill in the opening of the forest, its silhouette the only tell that they reached their destination. On top of the hill was the silhouette of a large manor, no manor wouldn’t be the correct word it was more of a palace in the shape of a house with a lavish garden surrounding it.

“So cool!” Helen loudly exclaimed as she looked at the manor in a childish wonder. “Looks like a castle!”

“Say focused.” the hushed voice snapped at her.

“Sorry-” Helen quickly and loudly blurted out before covering her mouth the continuing in a quiet voice. “We just never robbed a place this big before.”

“It doesn’t matter how big it is, we just need to get in and get out.” The voice resonated back. “I don’t see any movement in the garden, how about you?”

Helen carefully observed the garden looking for any guards, traps, and so on but like her partner said it was empty. “You would think that a place this big would have at least one guard.” She said with a cheeky smile. “Man, this is going to be easy!”

“Don’t jinx it.” the mysterious voice grumbled. “I’m moving in, watch me and wait for my signal.” A gray haze jumped from the trees and into the garden behind a wall before Helen’s eyes could make out a figure the haze darted away.

Helen nocked her bow ready to strike. But no one came and the gray haze kept moving closer to the manor. Helen looked on with an anxious look, usually something bad would have happened by now, but it was silent. The haze reflected moonlight towards Helen giving her the signal to approach. She crept from the trees in the cover of the night and made her way through the garden, keeping hidden from the windows in case someone saw her. She made her way to a back door, probably an entrance to a storeroom.

“Enter thought here, I will find another way in.” the voice spoke then vanished on the wind. “Divide, conquer, and don’t screw up again I won’t save you.”

Helen nodded took out a lock pick and picked the lock with ease, once again everything was going too well. But she didn’t care and thought that tonight would be an easy job, something they hadn’t had in a long time. Helen slowly crept the door open to the storehouse and made her way inside. Dried meat, cheeses, bread, and various other kinds of food lined the walls, it took Helen all of her will not to be tempted by the food. Her movements shifted becoming more relaxed and less on edge as she ventured deeper into the building and her slow and careful steps became a casual stride as she figured that no one would be in the storehouse at night.

Making her way out of the storehouse she found the door reading into the kitchen. She glanced back one time, then quickly bolted to grab a piece of bread and shoved it in her mouth before entering. The overwhelming smell of pasties and sweets filled her nose once she stepped her foot through the door. Her eyes darted around the empty kitchen spotting baked goods and desserts covering every surface. Helen winced as her stomach growled enraged by the sights around her. She bit her lip and clutched her belly, it had been a while since she had a proper meal or anything that wasn’t found in the rubbish. Times were tough for the pair of thieves it had been one job gone wrong after another, they were hardly scraping by which is why they took this job in the first place.

It was never her idea to come here, it was her partner’s like always. It started with one big job gone wrong to the next, without a score they had to work as petty thieves robbing travelers on the road, but that wasn’t enough to get by, especially at the rate they were going. They tried some risky jobs but each ended in disaster. Then they heard about a manor that sat alone in the woods with only the woman of the house living there. It was said that the old woman who lived in the house for at least a century owned priceless jewels and treasures. With the tale of a priceless fortune guarded by a lone elderly woman, it was a miracle that the manor wasn’t ransacked long ago. But that is where the rest of the late come in, all who tried to steal from the manor disappeared into the night never to be seen again. The story of the mysterious manor spread among thieves but everyone who sought its treasure vanished without a trace, so the story faded into a tall tale among thieves with only the most foolish or most desperate still searching for the treasure. This pair of themselves were the latter.

Helen’s stomach growled again stealing her attention away from her mind and recollecting about the events that led her here. She looked at the cakes, cookies, pies, and every other sweat pasty imaginable and frowned. She knew that she couldn’t eat any, she had to find the hidden treasure and get out, that was the plan. Get in, find what they were looking for, and vanish without a trace. But her angry stomach yelled more violently than her partner ever could. She shut her eyes tight and gritted her teeth as she fought her urges to tear into the sweet treats. But the smells and the dreams of the sweet favors were too much for her. She tore a chuck of a large cake out with her hands and shoved it in her face. It tasted like heaven, and she tore out another handful without a second thought. When she realized she had torn a sizeable chunk from the cake one that would be noticed, she couldn’t care about justifying her actions with her hunger. Plus what would be the worst thing that could happen if she was caught? A feeble old woman would arrive to confront her? She preferred not to hurt the elderly but could easily overpower the woman if it came to that. And with that train of thought she tore into the cake some more, sure her partner would chew her out for her midnight snack but they would escape into the night with the treasure who is going to chase after them? They were robbing an old woman who lived alone in the middle of nowhere, who was going to stop them. Helen continued to feast on the cakes and cookies in the kitchen filling her belly with their sweet favors. She had never felt happier in her life.

“Who goes there!” A sharp imposing voice shouted from the doorway.

Helen nearly jumped as she crammed another mouth of cake into her mouth filling her cheeks like a chipmunk. She froze in complete terror at the sound of the menacing voice so powerful it would cause entire armies to freeze in place. A voice that no old woman should own, everyone said that the old woman lived alone, so who did the voice belong to? She slowly turned her head towards the voice as she swallowed. Standing in the doorway is the figure of a woman tall and bulky. It was too dark to make out any features of the woman, but Helen was sure that it wasn’t a feeble old woman, but more like a monster.

“Identify yourself or I will make sure that no one will be able to identify you again!” The woman’s voice boomed again causing Helen to jump and nearly choke on her stolen meal of sweets. “Don’t make me come over there!” She boomed again. Helen was too scared to move, so the woman matched towards her. She stepped into the moonlight from the window letting Helen witness her form, and her eyes widened and jaw dropped.

The woman was quite tall and had a large bust and butt with a scary face that sent shivers down Helen’s spine. She was a bright rosy pink and her skin had the same texture of plush like a pillow, and where her hands and nipples should be was a decorative tassel. And what looked like muscle in the shadows turned out to be plush padding not as if she was fast but her body bloated making her look softer and cozy. Helen just looked at her trying to figure out if she should be scared or amused by the strange pillow-like woman.

“What the hell are you looking at thief!” the pillow woman shouted as she crossed her arms over her large plush chest her tassels failing about. Despite her strange and cuddly appearance she still had a menacing look on her cold face that sent a shiver down Helen’s spine. “Out with it!” she snapped again. Helen panicked and flung a glob of cake at the pillow woman. The woman wasn’t able to dodge as the cake splashed into her plush chest causing blue frosting to coak it. The woman looked down in disgust. “Ugh…. You brat!” she shouted as she glared holes through Helen. “Do you know how long it will take to clean me!” I shouted once again with indomitable fury whose presence was so overwhelming that it knocked Helen off her feet. The woman stormed over to the fallen thief. “You will pay for that!” she shouted as she loomed over the frightened woman.

In a panic, Helen bounded up and swung at the woman her fist meeting her cushioned face causing her to fly through the air as if she weighed nothing and right into another towering cake that splattered its frosting all over her back. She looked at the goop in disgust then just as she was about to get up the top of the cake fell forward coating her in even more frosting. Helen couldn’t help but snicker at the strange pillow woman covered in frosting whose face was that of pure rage.

“You brat I will kill you!” she shouted as she pushed herself up and wiped off as much frosting as she could getting off very little. “How will my Mistress sleep on me like this!” she shouted storming over to Helen.

A smirk formed on Helen’s face, she could spend the strange pillow woman flying completely on accident she would be easy to subdue. She thought to herself as she let the woman storm over to her ready to shove her into another cake.

But just as the pillow woman was about to make it halfway to her, her body froze in place like a puppet whose puppeteer ceased moving. Helen looked at the pillow woman now confused as the woman seemed to make faces of struggle but the rest of her body refused to move. “Mistress, please let me punish her for getting me dirty!” her voice spoke this time softer like a child asking her mother for something knowing that she would refuse.

A sudden jolt pricked Helen as if tiny needles pricked her body all at once, but there was no pain but just a sudden pinch of discomfort that faded as soon it manifested. Helen looked at the pillow woman who turned to her and growled like a raging lion Helen cut a slice of cake for herself grabbed a fork and delicately ate the cake as if proper manners were second nature to her.

“Huh?” she said to herself as she ate another forkful of cake. “What am I doing?” she asked herself again as her body moved on its own. She tried to move her arms to stop eating, but they refused to listen to her orders as if they weren’t hers anymore. She looked at the pillow woman who just grinned at her. Helen’s heart sank and her face trembled as her body fed her cake like a proper lady.

“Hehehe...” a soft playful laugh echoed throughout the kitchen.

Helen tried to look around the dark kitchen for the source of the laughter but she couldn’t move her head, then she felt the presence of someone. “Whose there?” she asked between forkfuls of cake.

“Hehehe…” eerie laughter started again this time right into Helen’s ears. “Why do you fret dear?” The voice laughed again like a mocking little girl. “You seemed rather peckish, so eat up my dear.” she laughed again. “Eat until you are stuffed…”

Helen felt a tightness in her belly. All the sweets were filling her up and her skinny leather outfit was running out of room for her growing gut to fill. Within a flash, needles danced around her body unraveling her clothes as if they were being made in reverse. Helen winced as her gut flopped forwards now free from its restraints. She was big and fat, something that she never thought would ever happen to her. She looked at her new fatty belly with a confused mix of awe and terror, she had never been this full in her life but at the same time, she was going through a feeding nightmare. She tried to plead with the voice to stop, but the voice laughed back and the feeding only hasted.

“You should thank me, that drab outfit looked pretty tight.” The voice hollered laughing. “It won’t fit you anymore!”

Helen’s face was smothered by sweets and pasties causing her already impressive gut to push out further. Her once twigs of arms and legs were now massive logs of fatty dough. Food kept flying into her mouth as the voice and the pillow woman laughed at their twisted fatty fate. She kept growing and growing with no end in sight. Tears rolled down her chubby cheeks as more food was stuffed in her mouth. Her stomach groaned as she was reaching her limit, but the supply of food didn’t slow. Helen felt like she was going to pop like a massive sugar-filled meat balloon.

Thousands of little pricks manifested throughout her belly as she ate only catching a glimpse of the needles in the moonlight. The painful tightness in her belly was gone as she grew larger unimpeded by bodily restrictions and her belly felt softer. Her belly started to take up most of her body. The weight of her body forced her to sit on the counter, she tried to move her legs but they were too heavy and her belly was heavier. Helen was trapped under the weight of her overstuffed belly a fate that she never imagined would fall upon a street rat like her. What was once a pleasant dream that she believed would be nothing but fiction was now a nightmare that crept its way into her reality.

More flashes of needles pricked her body as the fate of her stuffing increased. While her belly continued to grow other parts grew as well in an unnaturally way bloating up as if the food was stuffing her entire body not just her belly. She was growing larger and round soon her head touched the ceiling and her body threatened to topple off the counter due to its new size. She was massive. Her gut was a massive orb that was as big and round as a boulder, her breasts two smaller boulders that rested on top of it, limbs now unless logs that couldn’t even move, and her head grew to match her new proportions. Tears streamed out of her eyes, she was done for. There was no going back from her fate as an overstuffed humanoid ball of lard.

“Get away from her you bastards!” A familiar voice cried out as a deep purple flash shone from the darkness.

Hope flashed within Helen’s eyes she was saved once again, by her partner. “Beatrice!” She cried out between mouthfuls of sweets.

With a flash of a purple spark, the food toppled to the floor as the threads were cut, and standing in the middle of the mess of frosting and cake was a slender dark elf with long luxurious silver hair and clad in a sleek leather outfit that was easy for her to move in and show off plenty of her skin not that she minded.

The dark elf looked at her helpless fattened companion with a look of disgust. “You are utterly hopeless.” She scoffed turning away and pointing her dagger at the pillow girl. The pillow girl smiled as the sound of the needles filled the air once again. Beatrice reacted instantly dodging and cutting at the needles as they flew toward her, her blade protecting her body as she deflected each one. The storm of needles stopped and she looked around with a smug grin, “Is that all you got, come out a fight me you damn coward.”

“Impressive…” The voice laughed from the shadows. “Alright, I will play with you.” A small shadowy figure appeared in the doorway.

The pillow girl walked out of the kitchen. “I Mistress I will leave them to you, pardon me as I go and clean myself.

“I told you to let me deal with them silly. You are too soft to deal with any intruders” The voice giggled as the pillow woman left with a smirk as she knew what her mistress had planned for the two intruders. “

Beatrice grinned as she flew through the air daggers aimed the the figured neck. A web of thread manifested in front of her. Beatrice’s grin only grew as her body collided with the web and dissipated into shadows. From the darkness in the corner of the room, her form manifested again ready to strike the figure from behind.

“Got you bitch!” She cried out ready to drive her dagger into the figure's neck.

A sudden tingle ran through her hands. Her eyes shifted as she saw the faint line of thread hidden in the darkness that penetrated both of her arms. Dark lines started to form on her skin like stitching. The stitching grew taking a new shape as it concealed her flesh painlessly with dark thread. Her hands deformed as they bloated each finger became massive with her fingers sewn together into three large ones, and her dagger fell to the ground no longer fitting in her hands. Beatrice cried out in terror as her hands were reforming in front of her eyes. She could only watch in fear as her hands became unrecognizable from a human, she closed her eyes and gritted her teeth unable to watch the horrors in front of her.

“So cute and fluffy!” The voice giggles her laugh filling the dark kitchen and the two thieves with utter dread.

Beatrice opens her eyes and looks at her hands. Her hands were now replaced with a pair of oversized wolf paws that were a shining silver just like her hair. “W-what the fuck?” she stammered as she tried to flex her new paws seeing that they could barely move. She pressed them against her skin feeling their soft plush texture like that of a doll and they were squishy like they were filled with stuffing, not meat and bones. She quickly and crumbly got to her feet and tried to scoop up her dagger fumbling with it as she was unable to hold it properly with her new plush paws. “W-what the fuck!”

“Hey, no swearing!” the voice scolded her sounding strangely disappointed.

“What did you do to me!” Beatrice wimped as she looked around for an escape knowing that she couldn’t beat this foe, especially in her current state.

“You are the one who broke into my house and attacked me.” the voice replayed back sounding more pouty. “This is a fair punishment in my opinion.”

The lanterns in the room all lit up with a magic spark illuminating the strange figure. She was a short woman with a childish face and figure, she had long blond hair messy due to bedhead and wore a pink flowing nightgown that was smothered in lace and frills.

“A child...” The two thieves said in unison confused and taken back at the sight of the strange woman.

The woman’s face flushed bright red as she pouted and stomped her foot. “I am not a child! Just because I don’t have big boobies like you two and I am short it doesn’t mean am a kid!”

The two stared at the strange woman for a few seconds longer confused. Beatrice was the first one to speak up. “Look whoever you are, you better undo whatever you did and we don’t hurt you!”

The woman rolled her eyes and frowned as she walked past Beatrice whose body refused to listen to her as she wanted to attack her witch as she passed. “I am Princess Evelina, your new master!” She cheered in a posh manner as she bopped the dark elf on the nose.

“Like hell!” she shouted.

Evelina just rolled her eyes turning her attention to the massive woman on the counter and started to grin.

“Please forgive us!” Helen pleaded, as her eyes widened with fear as Evelina approached her. Helen winced as the woman poked her belly, but to her surprise, it felt good.  Helen blushed and mumbled incoherently as the witch waked around her belly poking and prodding her fat. “What are you doing?” she mustered the will to spit out.

“Perfect size!” Evelina cheered not answering for responding to Helen’s concern. “Hey, what color do you think would look the best on you?” she asked her with wide-eyed excitement.

“G-green…?” Helen softly asked confused.

“I was thinking that same thing!”

Evelina rose her hand needles manifested from the air with a pink spark of magic. Helen watched in horror as the needles dove onto her piercing her body painlessly and digging into it creating stitching. Pastel green thread filled her body wrapping around it. Over time it started to take on the shape of a dress. Then it was done, Helen was now wearing a pastel green puffy princess dress that tightly hugged her overstuffed body so every curve of her fat was enhanced under the layers of fabric.

“So what do you think?” Evelina snickered and she admired her work.

Helen was at a loss for words she had never worn anything as fancy or cute as this. But the horror of her situation prevented her from completely enjoying it. She wanted to fall in love with the lace and ribbings adorning her, but the overwhelming sight of her massive gut weighed her back down to reality. She finally spoke up. “It’s cute…”

“I know right!!!” Evelina loudly cheered as she dashed around Helen’s body looking at her new dress from every angle. “Hey, what do you think?” She smiled turning to Beatrice.

“Go to hell you bitch!” she growled.

Evelina rolled her eyes and turned back to Helen. She jumped up onto the counter and flopped her body onto the girl's massive belly sinking into a bit like a pillow. Helen squealed a bit as her face turned bright red Evelina rubbed her belly and pushed herself into it.

“So soft…” Evelina warmly cooed feeling as if she was in heaven as she snuggled Helen’s massive belly. She pushed herself out with a smile and up at Helen with a trumpeted smirk on her face. And Helen looked at her scared. Evelina pushed Helen off the counter and onto the ground without any effort. Helen fell flat on her back she wiggled around trying to get up but quickly gave up knowing that it was hopeless. Evelina jumped into her massive belly causing Helen to gasp, it didn’t hurt it felt good actually but it was still surprising.

Evelina stood on top of her with a massive playful grin, and Beatrice could only watch in horror as pink needles sparked into the air. The needles dove into Helen’s arms and legs. Helen watched in horror as she cried and begged as the needles played with her hands, she couldn’t see what was happening with her legs due to her massive belly but assumed the same was happening down there. Helen could only watch as her fingers unwove one by one and her hand bloated out growing wider with each second. Within a few seconds, her hands were turned into soft featureless nubs that were white like a glove and with a green lace ribbon on her arm. And her legs were much the same imitating a pair of green heels in the form of a soft nub. Helen could only stare confused unsure of what to do or feel, as her new “hands” didn’t feel bad, but she should be scared. Looking at her arm she gasped noticing that it no longer looked like skin but fabric. Her arms were made of fabric even with stitching, not her body beside her head was fabric.

“W-what…?” she whimpered looking at her body. “Why am I so big and soft?”

“Simple I am turning you into a big plushy pillow doll.” Evelina giggle. “I figured that you would look so cute as one, and was right!”

“Pillow doll?” softly mumbled. She felt cute and soft, maybe being a pillow doll wouldn’t be so bad. Helen thought to herself, it would be better than a poor thief who has to eat out of the trash. “Ok…” She said blushing.

“Helen what the fuck!” Beatrice shouted in a rage as her partner gave in to the witch's magic. “You dumb piece of shit! You are really going to let that stupid bitch turn you fat ass plush!”

“I-I guess so?” Helen muttered softly as a red blush overtook her face. “It feels nice and it sounds better than starving on the street…”

“I can’t fucking believe you.” Beatrice snapped back.

“Hey stop being such a meanie!” Evelina said crossing her arms and pouting.

“Or you will do what?” Beatrice growled. “Turn me into a stupid fucking doll?”

Evelina appeared in front of Beatrice’s face with a large grin plastered across her face. “Oh, I will make you wish that you were a doll,” she said in an upbeat cheery voice that sent shivers down Beatrice’s spine shutting her up. Evelina turned back to Helen and smiled as she skipped over to her. “Ready to become come of my doll?”

“I guess?” Helen answered with a faint smile as she blushed.

Evelina smiled as she raised her hand to the heavens and needles sparked into existence. The needles dove into Helen’s face as she closed her eyes and bit her lip.

“You are a monster!” Beatrice snapped adverting her eyes from Helen as the needles danced around and consumed her head in thread. “You know that right.” She spat towards Evelina.

“A monster?” Evelina said tilting her head confused. “I am not a monster, a monster would have unraveled you into a spool of thread the second you stepped foot into my house.” She put her hand on her chest and smirked. “I rehabilitate lost souls turning them into my playmates where they can become their best loving selves away from the evils of the outside world that turns people like you into monsters. Aurelia the pillow girl who was here, was once a brave warrior hunting an “evil witch”, now she can be true to herself and embrace her warm cuddly side that she was never allowed to show. And soon you will too.”

All noise from Helen ceased. Beatrice scowled at Evelina whose face was filled with a bright smile. With a wave of her fingers, Helen’s body was puppeteer to sit upright. Beatrice's face tensed up as she saw the aftermath of the witch’s work on her friend. Helen’s head was distorted into a cartoon version of it with large eyes and a smile stitched onto a blushing face made of fabric. Her hair was now a large massive of soft fabric in the shape of her soft and long hair. Helen was now a mockery of her old body large and plush with a dopy smile stitched into her fabric form.

“You monster…” Beatrice sighed defeated as she looked away from her partner now an oversized plush.

Evelina was practically jumping for joy as she admired her latest work as she squealed with a wide smile on her face. She leap into the belly of the giant plump plush hugging it and sinking a bit into her soft fat. Evelina continued to snuggle with the massive plush in pure bliss, and her newest toy could feel her love. Helen didn’t know what to think, she couldn’t move just take in her mistress love. It was strangely comforting the feeling of being loved in the way mistresses loved her. She started to no longer mind her large and helpless situation, it was strangely relaxing. Sitting still waiting for her mistress to rest on her massive belly filled to the brim with stuffing, no worries or strife that were present around every corner in her life as a thief. She could get used to this.

“Don’t ignore me you bitch!” Beatrice shouted as she struggled to move desperately wanting to strangle the witch who turned her partner into a glorified pillow.

Evelina rolled over to look at Beatrice as she rested on Helen’s plush belly. She glanced at her and frowned. “You just don’t get it do you.”

“That you are a damn monster!” she snapped back.

“I was thinking of turning you into a toy,” she said with a sigh as she lowered her head going silent for a minute. A grin flashed upon her face and she looked up at Beatrice with a playful glint in her eye. “How about I make you wish you were a toy…”

“W-what!” Beatrice stammered out in fear. She already saw that the childish witch could do unprovoked messing around with a person's body for the fun of it. But Beatrice could feel the suffocating power of the witch a power that she had never felt before. She knew that the witch could end her life in a second, but she would rather play with her like a doll. Beatrice knew that she had no chance to escape or fight back, but she would rather die than become a mere doll for a childish witch to play with utterly helpless to someone else's power.

“Go fuck yourself BITCH!” she cried out in an act of defiance that she knew would be her last. Death or obedience were the only paths that awaited, so she would do anything to chart herself on the former. A spiteful look filled her face, eyes filled with rage and teeth grinding.

“What did I say about your language?” The witch Evelina cackled with a playful grin plastered across her face and a cheery look in her eyes as an army of needles and thread formed from magic sparks and dove upon the dark elf helplessly trapped in her web. That childish smile never faded as the needles dug into Beatrice‘s skin, she let out one final defiant cry as her body was consumed by threads perfectly cocooning her.