“Hey, don’t worry, we’ll get you out of there!”

Nnnh… Where am I? Elizabeth blinked groggily, the world swimming into focus around herself. It was so weird, she was walking with her friends through the mall, then… It was hazy, but she remembered a claw wrapping around her body, pulling her into some sort of machine.

“H-hold on!” The redhead rubbed at her eyes, looking around in a panic. Sure enough, she was surrounded by pillowy soft human-sized plushies, and beyond a glass wall were the enormous faces of her friends.

With a start, Elizabeth realized that she was in a claw machine, and that her legs were pinned beneath the number of stuffed animals surrounding herself.

No, wait… These aren’t human-sized plushies… I’m a plushy-sized human!

Becca, her closest friend since childhood, pulled her coin purse out, slamming it onto the machine. Her eyes burned with determination and she slotted in the exact change, gripping the claw machine’s controls with her hands.

Elizabeth looked up, watching as the oversized claw rattled above her. It swayed back and forth, then lowered above her. Which meant that… I can be saved! A smile dawned on the redhead’s face, and she lifted her hands towards the claw.

Her body locked up halfway and she whimpered, eyes widening. The machine shrank me to be this size… Could it be that it’s still controlling me?

She couldn’t answer her own question, frozen to a shocked silence. All she could do was watch as the pincer slowly lowered, the three prongs slipping at her cheeks.

“Yes!” Becca called from the other end of the machine. She hit the button to withdraw the claw, and it started to rise.

The redheaded girl let out a faint whimper as the cold metal dragged along her cheeks, pinching her ears. Her whimper only grew to a shriek as the claws caught there, tugging on her ears, yanking hard on their length.

“St-stop! It feels like they’re gonna tear off!” She cried out through tear-stained eyes. Becca looked concerned, but clearly wasn’t able to stop the claw. Instead, she could only watch as it continued to pull at Elizabeth.

And sure enough, something gave out. Elizabeth’s ears started to stretch, lengthening at the pulling arm’s behest. She could see it happening in the reflection in the glass, could watch as her ears stretched and stretched until they were atop her head like some animal’s.

They itched an instant later, confirming her suspicions. Orange fur was covering them, with black fur at the tips. It itched her madly as it came in, the long hairs making her skin feel scratchy and rough. “H-hold on, I don’t want to become an animal! Stop!”

A moment of control returned to her, and she tugged her head from the claw’s grasp. The girl flushed with embarrassment, her new ears twitching their relief. She could hear the machine all the more vividly, and looked up to it as it rattled back into place.

“Oh come on, you missed her! Don’t worry, I’ll grab her for you!” One of Becca’s friends grinned from ear to ear, giving the girl a thumbs-up.

“Yeah, but… What if we’re hurting her?” Becca looked into the machine dubiously, meeting Elizabeth’s eyes unintentionally.

“Hey, how could we hurt her?” The girl laughed, slipping in her own coins.

Elizabeth glared, balling her hands into fists. “How could you hurt me? How do you think?” She shouted, her eyes glaring daggers. Then the claws lowered once more, grabbing her by her belly.

Elizabeth moaned, her whole body going numb at the feeling of the claw. “Wh-what’s happening now? I feel… Ooog…”

She moaned, looking down to her form. Just like before, once that claw came to life her whole body stopped obeying her commands. But this time, there was a warm numbness to it, as though she was being stuffed full of cotton.

Sure enough, her whole form looked like it was bloating slightly. Worse, that itching from before came back, doubling in strength.

N-no! Not more fur! Elizabeth wanted to plead aloud, but even her mouth wasn’t working. She could barely look to her reflection, though that was at least made easier by the claw. It tugged her into a better position to see herself, and she let out a silent scream. She was covered from head to toe in soft, lush fur.

Or maybe it’s ear to toe, since I guess my ears are on top of my head now? Elizabeth laughed to herself weekly, groaning as the claw caught around her head once more. This time it tugged along her neck, making her head swell as it pulled against her.

Elizabeth watched as her nose and mouth stretched away from her face, stitching sealing her lips together. Her nose became a simple stitched button at the end of her muzzle, and she could feel her eyes freezing open as they became dark marbles.

Much to her surprise, the tugging was enough to dislodge her from the stuffed animals-though her body was still changing in time with the claw’s pulling. Her heart pounded with dread as it turned, swinging her view from her friends to the mirror at the back of the machine.

It let her see a plush that was something between a girl and a fox, with a near fetishistic frame. Her breasts and ass were huge, and it left her with a definite hourglass-though that was somewhat hard to see given her pose.

Her body had been frozen into a classical begging posture, and something deep in her heart told her that that was how it would remain. She didn’t know how to explain it, but it was almost like she felt this was the natural state to her body.

That in itself was as horrifying as it was humiliating. I don’t want to look like some muzzled fox-girl! The claw hitched as it pulled, tugging her dress off and leaving her naked. Elizabeth was sent tumbling atop the other plushies, ass-up towards her friends.

Oh my God they can see me like this they’re looking at my ass! I don’t even have clothes anymore! Elizabeth whimpered mentally, dreading what her furry fox ears would hear.

“Damn it, I was so close too!” Becca’s friend thumped at the machine, a scowl on her face. “But hey, I was right, see? No damage to the plush at all.”

“Yeah… I guess it’s fine, I don’t know what I was so worried about. Still, I mean… I really want that one, you know? I can’t explain why.”

It? Plush? Hold on, Becca, what are you talking about? Elizabeth could barely make out the look of her friend in the mirror’s reflection, seeing the brunette’s blurred face crinkle into a pout.

“Well… Then one last shot, okay?”

Elizabeth sat frozen in fear, wondering what was happening. My friends… They don’t even know who I am anymore? Are you kidding? There’s no way that they can think I’m some sort of plush! I’m a human, I’m Elizabeth!

Her pleas and cries were silent, and thus they went unheard and unanswered. Slowly, she started to realize that becoming a plush completely explained that cottony feeling her body had felt; why it was so hard for her to move.

She let out a silent, anxious whimper as the claw pinched at her butt, tugging on it slightly and not finding any purchase along her smooth ass. Then it caught just at the base of her spine, pulling her backbone out before her glassy, horrified eyes.

She watched in her reflection as the claw dragged a lush fox’s tail from her ass, stopping only when the thick and bushy appendage was as long as she was. Then the rest of her body lifted, the claw somehow holding fast at the tip of her tail.

“Oh wow, you did it!” Becca cried, laughing as the machine carried the plush to the return.

Elizabeth watched the looming pit grew ever-closer, then she was released into a tumbling, dark slide. She emerged into light and the warmth of her friend’s embrace.

“Honestly, I don’t know why you wanted that plush so much. But hey, glad I was able to win you something.”

“Yeah, thanks!” Becca beamed, lifting the fox plush with both hands, her thumbs cupped under Elizabeth’s breasts. “I’m gonna call you Vixie and you’re gonna be right at home in my collection!”

Elizabeth didn’t have a response even if she was capable of uttering one. Instead, given to horrified humiliation, she had but a single thought: What now?