(Plush TF / Weight Gain)

Beatrice’s eyes were heavy as they struggled to open, she wondered how long she was out for as she slowly woke from what felt like an eternity of sleep. The last thing she could remember was the witch and Helen, she wished she could forget the poor girl. She always knew that something bad was going to happen to that girl, but never a fate such as the one that fell upon her. Helen always caused too much trouble for both of them so she figured that Helen would end up on the wrong side of a blade or an arrow straight through her chest. But this, this was a fate that she never thought possible. The image of the massive dopy plush filled her mind with horror. The slender woman was gone replaced with a fat pillow in a princess dress a mockery of the life she once lived. Helen was gone and Beatrice couldn’t do anything. She never thought that she would feel like this the day that Helen got in over her head and screwed herself over, but Beatrice wanted to cry for some strange reason unknown to herself. So she did. A while later her eyes slowly rose.

“No, no, no!” She stammered out fear hanging off of her words as she awoke to a mirror. In the mirror, she saw herself, but she was changed and twisted by the whims of the woman she now knew as Mistress.

 Large wolf paws matching her hands replaced her feet, and a pair of fluffy wolf ears adorned her head with her long pointed dark elf ears missing. A fluffy tail poked out above her butt, she wore an elegant dark blue and purple gown with a puffy flowing skirt fitting for a fairy tale princess and it felt like it was stitched to her very being, and worst of all she was tiny. She sat limp in a chair looking at the mirror her body shrunken to the size of a doll. She struggled to move her limbs, but they refused her commands, a tinge of fear penetrated her mind as she realized that they were no longer hers to command anymore. She sat there for a while staring in horror at her body better fitting a plaything made of flesh than a human, and that was all that she could do. Stare at her reflection knowing that the person staring back at her was no longer herself who had agency over her actions, but a mere plaything for a childish woman. This went on for hours Beatrice fought the part of her that wanted to give into the whims of her Mistress but she knew that her mind would not hold out forever. Suddenly the door flung open. Beatrice could not see who it was but she already could tell, her Mistress had returned.

“Miss Midnight!” The Mistress’ voice boomed with a cheery tone like a child. She skipped over to the mirror holding Aurelia between her arms, but Aurelia was different no longer having legs as they were replaced with tassels like her arms. “So what do you think Miss Midnight?” she giggled. “I was worried that you would be sleeping forever!”

“W-what did you do to me…” Bea- no Miss Midnight responded scared and unsure of what was happening to her. “C-change me back Mistress!”

“Sorry no can do!” Evelina giggled playfully as she scooped up Miss Midnight in her arm and swung her around as she spun across the room till she toppled onto her bed Miss Midnight plopping next to her head. “You are my dolly now!”

“D-d-d-d-doll!” she exclaimed laying limp on the soft bed.

“Well not entirely…” Evelina said with a pout. “I told you that I would make you wish you were a doll, so you are still mostly human for now!”

“MOSTLY HUMAN!” she shouted. “I am like a foot tall!”

“Yep, perfect for snuggling with!” Evelina giggled pouncing on Miss Midnight wrapping her arms around her in a tight loving hug as she rolled around on her bed squishing the half doll with her soft body and love. Evelina eventually stopped and dropped Miss Midnight on the bed. “But we will talk about this tomorrow.” She said with a yawn. She placed Aurelia at the top of her bed and rested her head on the pillow girl. Evelina scooped up Miss Midnight and hugged her tightly to her flat chest as she drifted off to sleep. “Goodnight dollies…” she sleepily said.

Miss Midnight lay in her Mistress’ arms for a while she wasn’t able to move so escape was not an option. But this feeling of being hugged tightly by her Mistress felt nice, and she hated it. Every inch of her felt warm and fuzzy, she never knew love but this is what she imagined it felt like. But she never wanted to feel it in this way trapped under a soft arm immobile, but at the same time, it felt so right. And that is why she hatted the Mistress’ affection because she loved it.

“Hey, dolly?” Aurelia giggled. “Enjoying yourself?”

“Shut it pillow!” she snapped back.

“Don’t lie I know you are loving this,” Aurelia said in a mocking tone. “You are blushing.”

“Shut it!” she snapped more angry this time as Aurelia was right. “Like hell, why would I want to be trapped under Mistress’ arm!”

“Tell me how you truly feel and I will tell you what happened to your fatten friend.” Aurelia teased.

Her teasing struck a chord with Miss Midnight. Her bravado faded as a frown crept onto her face. “Fine, this feels nice. Better than nice and I hate how good this feels…. There are you happy? Now where is Helen!”

“Huge Helen is enjoying her life in the playroom as a plush chair for the Mistress.” Aurelia laughed. “She loves being sat on by Mistress, sometimes she even takes a nap on her belly!” Her voice shifts to be more dreamy with each word. “I am jealous, Mistress only puts her head on me most of the time, but she hugs me with her entire body sometimes as well. But to be a plush chair would be something else!”

“You are a freak do you know that.” Miss Midnight says in a less-than-enthusiastic tone.

“You will understand soon enough.” She scoffs back.

“Like heck!”

“Trust me I was the same way until Mistress saved me from myself and gave me a new loving home. To think a hardened brave warrior turned into a soft pillow for a girl to rest her head on…”

A pink glow swirls around Aurelia. Miss Midnight’s eyes widen with shock, while a pleasant smile fills Aurelia’s plush face. Aurelia lets out a faint giggle as her body changes her torso losing its curves becoming falter and rectangular looking more like a normal pillow than a human torso.

“I love you, Mistress…” she mutters her eyes locked with her sleeping Mistress. Aurelia’s head sinks into her body and she coos her final words. “Thank you, Mistress…” her head sinks away.

Miss Midnight stares in horror at the fancy pillow that her Mistress rests her head upon. Other than its over-fluffed size and fancy tassel it looked just like any other pillow. She stared at it until her eyes grew heavy and she drifted off to sleep. Miss Midnight had the most pleasant sleep she had in her life a soft bed and a warm body to snuggle with something that she had been deprived of her entire life, for once in her life she had pleasant dreams.

As morning came light shone onto her eyes as she lay flat on the mistress’ bed with her owner gone. She was still a half-human half-doll laying limp on a bed, she looked to the top of the bed and saw the pink pillow. I scared her to think that Aurelia was gone now just a normal-looking pillow, sure she didn’t know her but that idea of a human turning into that shook her very soul to its core.

“Good morning Miss Midnight!” Her Mistress’ voice commanded her and she sprung to her feet and bowed to the woman in a puffy princess dress. “How did you sleep?”

“I-I slept well…” she reluctantly answered avoiding eye contact, once again she resented how pleasant everything was.

“Say how do I look?” Evelina giggled as she did a little spin and took a cute pose.

“Adorable…” Miss Midnight blurted out unintentionally she quickly shut her mouth and her face flushed red.

Evelina dove onto her doll scooping her up and squeezing her tightly and close to her chest. “Awe thank you Miss Midnight!” she squealed while swaying back and forth with her doll. “I am so glad that that mean part of you grew as soft as you are!”

“H-hey let me go!” Miss Midnight protested trying to sound mad but ending up sounding more cute than anything.

Evelina outstretched her arms holding her doll in front of her. “I have a lot of fun plans for us today!”

“Plans!” she gasped mouth a gape.

“Yep, we are going to play all day!”

“PLAY!!!”

“YEP!!!”

Miss Midnight stared at her Mistress dumbfounded. To the woman, she was just another doll and there was nothing that she would do and that scared her. But that fear jolted a memory into the front of her mind. “W-what happened to Aurelia…” she softly spoke her voice somber.

“Oh, she finished her transformation,” Evelina answered in an instant. “I was hoping to get a few more days with her.” she let out a deep sigh. “But she is super comfy so I don’t mind.”

“Finished her transformation?” Miss Midnight shuttered.

“You know how I said I will make you wish you were a doll?”

“Yeah…”

“I told her that I would make her wish she was a big softy.”

“Does that mean…”

“Yep, she gave into her desires to become a big softy and now she is one!”

Miss Midnight gulped knowing that her Mistress would push her toward a similar fate. Fear filled her body, she couldn’t remember her name, couldn’t move on her own, and addressed the witch that did all of this to her as Mistress. All the confidence that filled Miss Midnight was gone, she knew that it was a matter of time before she fell to a similar fate to the warrior-turned pillow for her partner turned into an oversized plush. She hated every second of her new life as she knew that she was just a toy for her Mistress no longer a cunning thief with a will of her own.

“Breakfast time!”

Evelina cheered as she held the doll close to her body and ran out of her room and throughout the manor till she reached the dining room. Miss Midnight was placed in a chair next to her Mistress, she watched as other dolls, plush, plastic, wood, and more gathered into the room and sat down at the table. Human-sized wooden marionettes style like maids appeared from the kitchen carrying plates and tea. The maids placed a massive stack of pancakes covered in frosting and sugar in front of the Mistress and poured her a large cup of tea. A maid placed Miss Midnight’s plate down, but was empty but it didn’t feel empty it felt as if a similar meal to her Mistress was placed in front of her. The maid poured nothing into her cup, but she could feel the warmth and smell its fragrance.

Miss Midnight looked at the other dolls, just like her their plates were empty. But they grabbed their utensils and started to dig in. She looked at her plastic fork and knife that appeared to be nothing more than playthings incapable of cutting anything. She slowly picked them up and poked at the air in front of her, her fork stopped she tilted her head confused as the image of a massive stack of pancakes filled the space on her plate. She stuck her knife into the stack cutting a piece and plopping it in her mouth. Her eyes went wide and her jaw dropped as her mouth exploded with flavor. Drool leaked from her lips as she stared at the tower of pancakes. Like a ravenous wolf, she dug into the tower squealing with delight with every bite. She was in heaven, no wonder Helen fell for that obvious trap in the kitchen she wouldn’t blame her figuring that she would as well if she knew how good the food tasted.

She let out a long excused sigh as she finished her meal looking at the empty plate where not even the smallest crumb was spared from her hunger. She patted her belly as she felt bloated, she stopped upon feeling that it was rounder. She looked down and noticed that her body was no longer slender but a bit plump, not fat but more like a plushy cylinder all curves erased into her plush form. She was a bit distraught as her slender hourglass figure was something she was proud of, not it was gone she didn’t even have her large breasts anymore. She distracted herself from her desexualization by drinking from the tea that filled the empty cup in her mind, it was just as heavenly as the pancakes. She hated how good they tasted.

After the feast was over Evelina scooped up Miss Midnight and giggled. “Did you enjoy your meal?”

“It was very tasty…” She softly spoke turning away.

“I am glad you like your play food!”

“Play food?”

“Yes stilly dolls can’t eat, so they have to pretend that there is food.” Evelina giggled. “It took like a month for Aurelia to be able to see let alone eat her play food. And you did it on your first day I am so proud of you Miss Midnight!”

“Ugh….” She gasped realizing how far she had fallen. I look for anger suddenly taking over her face as she remembers what happened to her sexy body. “What the fudge happened to my boobies! I used to be slim!”

“Oh, you are much cuter this way,” Evelina responded with a warm smile. “You must admit that you look cute, soft, and plushy.”

Miss Midnight just grumbled.

“I know what will cheer you up!”

“I am sure that it won’t…”

“Playtime!!!”

Evelina carried Miss Midnight to a different room of the manor, as her Mistress opened the door she saw dolls of every variety strewn across the floor, and a certain massive one sitting in the corner made her wince. So this is where Helen ended up in the playroom. Evelina placed Miss Midnight on the ground on the far side of the room causing her to fall limp, the other dolls gathered in the center then fell limp as they took their places, and a few helped move Helen to the other side of the room before joining the others in the center. Evelina planted her body on Helen’s plush belly then everything went black.

Miss Midnight stared up at a vacant black ceiling for a while, unsure what was going on. Where was she and why was she there, why would her Mistress teleport her into this strange empty void? The sounds of ceremonial trumpets off in the distance filled her ears. She looked towards the source of the sound seeing two large white doors with light peeking through them. She stared at them for a while longing as the music grew grander each second. She got to her feet. Wait she got to her feet, she moved on her own without her Mistress puppetting her or allowing her to. She moved her limbs testing out her new mobility. This was unlike anything she felt since she had become a half-doll, even during breakfast she felt restricted as she could only eat but anything would be impossible for her. She looked around the void finding nothing but the door, she swallowed hard walked to the door, and opened it blinded by a bright light, but she pressed on.

The sound of cheering filled her plush wolf ears. As her eyes adjusted to the light she saw a grand ballroom filled with dolls dressed and princes, princesses, and knights on both sides clapping for her creating a path down the middle of the room. She looked to the other side and saw her Mistress sitting on her new throne Helen. A wave of shyness filled Miss Midnight as everyone was looking at her. She clutched the front of her skirt as she slowly walked forward down the path to her mistress. The cheering was too much for her, normally only harsh jeers were thrown her way when she showed her face. But it made her feel warm and fuzzy inside, she didn’t hate it or try to convince herself that she hated it. She coyly smiled as she waved to the people cheering her on. She reached the steps to her Mistress, bowed to her, and approached her. The Mistress’ arms picked her up and placed Miss Midnight on her lap and giggled and the crowd went silent.

“Thank you all for giving our newest princess such a warm welcome!” Evelina spoke to her toys with a playful authority.

“Princess?” Miss Midnight gasped. She never thought that she would be a princess sure she had the perfect dress for one, but a street rat as a princess was something unheard of.

“Introducing Princess Midnight of Twinkle Hollow!”

The crowd cheered. Princess Midnight’s face turned bright red and she squirmed in the lap of her Mistress unsure what to do or what to feel. She wasn’t a princess, right? She looked like a princess so why not go along with it? A shy smile crept onto her face, yes she is a princess the princess of Twinkle Hollow a magic dark forest that looks scary but acutely super nice and friendly. She felt a tingle on her head, she reached her paw up and felt a sparkly silver felt tiara sewn to her head. She smiled a bit knowing that she was a true princess now.

“Care to introduce yourself Princess Midnight?” Her Mistress looked down at her and smiled.

Princess Midnight’s mind went blank she wasn’t a princess, right? She couldn’t put her finger on it, but she felt deep down that something was off as if a voice deep in her mind was shouting that this wasn’t her. But who else was she? She kept circling back to being the Princess of Twinkle Hollow.

“Is everything all right Princess Midnight?” her Mistress asked her with a confused look on her face.

“Everything is fine!” She quickly responded a blush filling her face as she spoke a bit unsure of herself. She took a deep breath to calm herself down then turned to the crowd and spoke up. “Um… hello. My name is Princess Midnight, and it is a pleasure to meet all of you.” She grabbed onto the front of her dress and looked down on everyone as her nerves were getting the better of her. “I hope we can all be friends.” She shut her eyes and quickly turned away feeling as if she embarrassed herself in front of everyone.

Cheering filled her plush wolf ears causing her to open her eyes and gaze upon the crowd of dolls cheering for her. A warm fuzzy feeling filled her heart. Something that she had never felt before, something nice and soothing that she fell in love with. Her Mistress placed her down and she made her way to the other dolls. At first, she was too scared to approach them but they warmly welcomed her and her fear melted away as she joined her new friends partaking in the ball with the other princesses. She met plenty of new friends and they talked and danced the night away. she wished that this ball would last forever so she could stay with her new friends, but the ball soon came to an end.

The dolls said their farewells and like that they all stopped moving including Princess Midnight. The world around her faded, and the magical castle vanished into dust as the dolls lay on the floor of the playroom. Her Mistress scooped her up and giggled as she skipped back to her room. She tossed Princess Midnight onto her bed and changed into her nightgown.

Evelina dove onto the bed wrapping her arms around the mostly plush woman with a playful grin overtaking her childish face.

“So Princess Midnight how was your first day as a plush?”

“Wh-what did you do to me!” the princess squealed her face turning bright red. “These memories? Me a princess? Wh-what is going on?”

“Oh, it’s just a little game of pretend.” Evelina giggled as she swung her doll around then flopped back onto her bed dropping the doll on her chest. “I think you enjoyed yourself?”

“Yeah, I did…”

“I KNEW YOU WOULD!!!” she squealed as she clutched her doll closer to her chest.

“But, who am I?” Princess Midnight said in a downed voice unsure of who she was. She didn’t even know if Princess Midnight was her name. She wanted to accept her Mistress’ word as everything felt just so right to her, but she knew that something was wrong.

“Who do you want to be?”

“Who do I want to be?”

“Yep!”

“Mistress, what do you mean?”

“If you want to be Princess Midnight of Twinkle Hollow, then be Princess Midnight.” She said with a faint giggle as she drifted off to sleep.

Princess Midnight tried to speak up to ask her Mistress about what she meant, but she couldn’t muster the words. Something about her situation felt wrong but everything else felt right. Being a Princess was so warm and cozy. She wanted every day to be just like today, so why was she scared to give in to what felt so right? Unable to find an answer she gave into her drowsiness and drifted off to sleep as she was tightly held by her Mistress.

Morning came, followed by breakfast, then playtime, and finally, the Mistress would retire to bed with her Princess Midnight, this went on for weeks. Each day Princess Midnight would sink deeper into her new life as a plush enjoying it more and more with every passing day. And the more she welcomed her new life the more her body changed. Her limbs first rounded out turning into plushy cylinders filled with stuffing giving her arms and legs a soft chibi look to them. Her body started to change further than it had already changed matching her arms. Her head grew larger and rounder, her eyes became massive and stitched, and her mouth became a permanently cheery smile. Soon she was a chibi plush wolf girl princess doll all of the edge and humanity that she had as she slender and sexy dark elf was melted into pudgy softness. Beatrice was gone, replaced with the plush named Princess Midnight. She couldn’t even remember the faintest trace of who she was before, she was Princess Midnight a playful and mischievous princess of the Twinkle Hollow. Any memories of the thief struggling to feed herself faded away, she was always a plush.

Her Mistress eventually stopped taking special care of Princess Midnight such as making her the focus of playtime and taking her to bed everything. Soon Princess Midnight was just a normal doll to the Mistress who was treated the same as any other doll in her collection. While Princess Midnight missed her special treatment and didn’t fully understand why it stopped she understood that it was unfair to the other dolls if she took all of the Mistress’ attention. Princess Midnight eventually stopped moving and talking on her own she didn’t know if she was still capable of it or not, she just stopped as dolls don’t move nor talk unless they are being played with. She was a doll just a doll created by her Mistress to be played with after all. Fabric and stuffing were brought to life by her magic and she was created one of many companions to play with. Princess Midnight welcomed her life as a doll, she craved nothing more than the Mistress playing with her. She wondered what tomorrow's adventure would be, maybe a picnic with her friends or a scary dragon would kidnap her and her princess friends and a brave prince would save them? She lay on the floor looking up at the ceiling with a smile forever stitched into her face as she wondered what tomorrow would bring for her and her friends.

A heavy foot came crashing down crushing her, it shocked her but she was luckily only dirtied.

 “Hey watch it!” A hushed voice snarled at the owner of the foot that stepped on Princess Midnight.

“And what are a bunch of dolls gonna do?” The owner of the foot snickered as she picked up Princess Midnight and grinned. “Oh, no a big scary wolf princess plush is going to get me.” she cackled in a mocking tone as she bounced Princess Midnight in the air. She laughed as she carelessly tossed Princess Midnight over her shoulder. “Come on all of these dolls are giving me the creeps.”

“Oh, you find my collection creepy?” a giggle filled the dark playroom.

Princess Midnight’s empty eyes shone with glee as she recognized that playful child-like giggle anywhere. Her Mistress has arrived to punish the trespassers, and hopefully turn them into more playmates.