Plush Transformations

“Do I feel like being a Buizel, or a Pancham today…” the Treecko mused aloud. He rubbed his chin, deep in thought. Atop his bed sat two stuffed animals, a Pancham and a Buizel. But they weren’t just any normal plushies. These two were what helped Steve make his transformations into different Pokémon. He wasn’t entirely sure where the power came from but he did know that it allowed him to turn into any Pokémon he wanted. Provided he had access to a plush of it that is.

Steve weighed the pros and cons of each carefully before simply shrugging and picking up the Buizel plush. He adjusted the glasses on his face before focusing on his stuffed animal. Once his eyes were closed the transformation began. The stuffed animal took on a strange, light green glow that traveled up the Treecko’s arm. Everywhere the glow passed, Steve began to subtly change. His green skin grew orange fur and his shirt shifted to accommodate a small yellow collar around his neck. It felt like pins and needles traveling along his arm everywhere the fur appeared, then his torso, down to his legs and up to his head.

After a few minutes of concentration Steven felt the pins and needles subside. He opened his eyes to look down at his new body with a smile. “Ahh, that does feel kinda good,” he squeaked. A tail with a split near the tip twitched and squirmed on his backside. Steve felt a bit of remorse though, regretting not trying out Pancham. Couldn’t hurt to just try out the other option too.

Dropping his Buizel plush back to the bed the transformed Treecko picked up his other stuffed animal. This time he gave a nice, big hug to the soft panda plush. It glowed almost immediately, filling Steve’s arms with the same green light as before. There was no fur to grow this time as it merely changed color to a black and white pattern. His body was drastically changing in shape though. His legs shortened to something stubbier, less usable for swooping through water like a Buizel. The tail he just grew shrank toward his body before it rounded up at the base of his back. It was hard to tell at first but he soon realized it was more difficult for him to keep hugging the plush when his arms became stubbier as well.

Once it was all done the newly made Pancham looked at his shirt as it pooled around his body. Panchams were a bit on the shorter side after all. The bottom of his shirt almost brushed against the ground. Oops. That wasn’t supposed to happen. If he stuck with Pancham today, he’d need to pick out a different shirt to wear.

“Decisions, decisions…” he mused to himself, holding both stuffed animals at once. The hardest choice of the day. While trying to decide he walked over to his closet, flinging the doors open to look through his wardrobe. Most of the shirts here were Treecko sized which didn’t help much in his tiny panda form. The whole closet was filled with light blue shirts with a picture of a Wii U console on them. Steve set the Pancham and Buizel plushes aside and reached up to grab a smaller shirt, but it was just barely out of grasp. The Pancham huffed and jumped up to grab at it. The task took a few attempts but he eventually dragged the smaller shirt down to wear.

Unfortunately, at the same time he also dragged most of the clothes rack down with him. And all the items stacked up in the closet too. Steve yelped helplessly as he was buried in clothes, plushes, video game equipment, and more stored junk. He poked his head out from under the pile, squirming to escape. Being a Pancham meant he had a little more strength; small benefits from being a fighting type.

Once freed he sifted through the junk, looking for that shirt again. But instead he came across something much more interesting. Two much more interesting things, in fact. A small Incineroar plush and a fluffy Arcanine plush were beneath a cardboard box. Each had been rendered with exquisite detail despite the cute faces and stubby limbs. He’d nearly forgotten that these were in the closet. Now that they were in his hands Steve realized he never got a chance to try out transforming into them. He received them as birthday gifts then tossed them into the closet. And what better time than the present to try them out?

Grinning from ear to ear, the Pancham picked up the Arcanine and held it close to his chest. The familiar green glow filled the room as a tight warmth filled his torso. It emanated outward from the center of the plush, traveling across his body in spiraling patterns. The black and white of his fur changed color toward a warmer, orange tint. And as it did large tufts of fluff expanded out from his chest and neck. It warmed up his body as he turned from a fighting type into a fire type. The stubby Pancham arms thickened with sinew, lengthening and beefing up to fit a body type more in line with a much larger Pokémon. The stuffed Arcanine felt like it shrank away in his grip as he hugged it tight.

At the same time, Steve realized he had made the same mistake as last time. This time it was in the opposite direction though; his shirt was going to be too small. His shirt constricted around his fluffy chest as the formerly tiny Pancham gained inches, then feet, of height. The image of the Wii U console on the fabric stretched across his pecs, and neck fluff peeked out from just past the neckline. Holding the small Arcanine plush in one arm, he pulled at the collar of his shirt trying to relieve the tension, only to accidentally rip it open part way.

“Oops! Guess I’ll need a new shirt anyway. Just, larger this time,” he mused aloud. The green glow of his transformation faded. This gave Steve the chance to look over his new body. The sleeves of his shirt had ripped up the sides, and the neckline was stretched out much further. But somehow the fabric held. It hugged his torso much more closely now and didn’t cover up the bottom of his abs anymore. He looked from head to toe, grinning at the extra beef that was added. A fluffy canine tail behind wagged, showing off his happiness like an excited puppy.

Setting the Arcanine plush down on his bed, Steve looked back at his final stuffed animal. The fire type part of his transformed body did feel right. But if there was the option to give another body a try… well, why not? Maybe a more confident but still beefy fire type Pokémon would feel proper today. He picked up the Incineroar plush in a single hand. It used to be large enough to be a cuddle buddy with both arms but not quite the same in a larger fire-dog body. He gripped it with his hand while bringing the other arm up in a bicep flex. That proved to be enough to get the magic from his plush started.

The athletic Arcanine build thickened once again with beef. His flexed bicep bulged cartoonishly, as that one arm transformed before the rest of him. The orange and fluffy fur turned to red and black striped fur across thick lines of muscle on his arm. As it did, the rips along his sleeves stretched to accommodate the Incineroar body. There wasn’t much more stretch left to give in the fabric though so with a ripping noise the front of Steve’s shirt popped open to show off bulging pecs on a black furred torso. The fluff from his time as an Arcanine disappeared, but was replaced just as quickly with an internal warmth and subtle self-esteem boost. Steve grinned as he saw the rest of his body compensate with muscle to match the first arm’s growth.

It took a moment for some of the other Incineroar details to pop into place, aside from the size boost and fur changes. A warm belt of fiery red fur popped into view across his hips. Sharpened claws pushed through his fingers with a flex of each digit. His tail swayed back and forth as it lost the wagging from a happy-go-lucky canine toward a more feline outlook on life. Steve looked over his body and huffed happily, a small ember pushing between his lips involuntarily.

“That’s a good look! This is definitely the best choice for today,” he chuckled, before dropping the Incineroar plush. He walked up to a mirror and spent the next few minutes flexing, winking at himself, looking over his buffed body. All things to keep up with his new Incineroar outlook on life.

It took those few moments for him to realize that something was missing: without his shirt on, Steve was completely naked. His t-shirts worked with cartoon logic so the second it was off something more adult appeared between his legs.

His cocksure grin drooped right away, instantly trying to cover up his groin with both hands. He’d need a bigger shirt… a much bigger shirt now. Preferably something that would fit a top heavy, muscular build. Steve wasn’t sure he actually had anything like that available. So that was definitely first on the list of tasks for the day. But despite that he was still happy with the choice. The extra confidence lent him a boost of happiness for the day. He couldn’t wait to see how his friends would react to the change.