Plush TF Story Thing for Geo

Alkali cursed and threw his controller across the room. Persona 5 was already a hard game on its own, but today it was even harder than normal. Using plush hands that were sewn together without fingers made pressing the right buttons a challenge. Plus at only about a foot and a half tall, the controller was really meant for someone three times his size. He could still lift it to vent his anger with a throw though, thank goodness. At least that wasn’t a lost option. The plush kangaroo crossed his arms over his chest with a frustrated ‘harumph.’

On Friday Geo, a long time raccoon friend, put a “spell” on him. Alkali thought of it more as a curse than anything by now. At the time the roo brushed off Geo’s spell with a scoff. He didn’t believe the raccoon would do anything so absurd as a transformation spell. Overnight though he shrank down, transformed into a living stuffed animal. Alkali woke up Saturday morning cuddled in the oversized arms of his fiancé, struggling to free himself. Funny thing about having arms filled with stuffing and made of synthetic fur though: you lose most of your strength. So he spent most of that early Saturday cuddled up against Bomba’s chest as he slept in.

Now on Sunday afternoon the roo was pretty fed up with the change. How long did Geo plan to keep him this way? The kangaroo hopped off the couch landing on soft, felt feet. There were still a few hours left to his day off; he’d be damned before that raccoon ruined it with his transformative shenanigans. The controller was heavier now but after a few minutes of struggling the roo dragged it back to the couch. Now, how could he get it back up on top…?

“Need some help, chap?” a familiar, raccoon-ish voice asked. Alkali turned to see Geo standing above him, grinning down. The roo huffed and tried to hop up with the controller in tow. No effect.

“…okay. I might need a little help, but not from you,” he grunted.

Geo giggled and picked up the huffy stuffed animal, controller and all. He sat on the couch with his friend on his lap. “Awwww, not having much fun buddy?”

“No, I’m not! When are you going to turn me back to normal?”

“Oh, that should happen tomorrow. Don’t worry. You’ll be fine at work.”

Alkali breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank goodness.”

The raccoon reached forward and picked up a beer can on the coffee table. “You want something to drink? WHOOPS-”

Alkali had no time to react before the contents of a half-full can of beer soaked into his fur. Quite literally soaked in, for that matter. The polyfill marsupial flailed his limbs. “Ack! What the heck is… this… oohhh wow, that feels kinda good actually,” the kangaroo said as he relaxed into Geo’s lap. His arms went limp and he hiccupped, looking up at the raccoon with a dopey grin. “Heee, hey Geo, thish ishn’t so bad after all.”

“Huh. Guess you’re a bit of a lightweight now, plushbutt,” Geo said, lifting him up for a snuggle. “Literally and figuratively.”

The stuffed animal laughed and hiccupped again. “Hey. Hey, you should go get another beer. Let’s… let’s drink. I wanna drink more!” he proclaimed with both hands raised victoriously.

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Alkali woke up bleary eyed and hungover. He rose in his bed and placed both hands to his temples. He couldn’t remember much from last night now. There were plenty of drinks, and Geo was there for sure… wait. It was Monday morning. His eyes shot wide open as he brought both hands into view. Sure enough, both his hands were still plushified. That damn raccoon didn’t change him back after all! He’d promised! Alkali scrunched up his face, before screaming into a pillow.

With all his anger spent, the roo turned his attention to more pressing matters: work. He’d need to leave for his job soon. But he couldn’t be seen by his coworkers this way, could he? There would be no clothes in his size, no tie he could wear, and forget about driving his car at this size. The roo searched for his phone but found it was nowhere nearby. What he did find instead was a small pile of dress clothing at the foot of the bed, perfectly sized for him. And a note that sat on top in Geo’s familiar handwriting.

“Hi plushbutt! You told me while you were drunk that you loved being a stuffed animal, so I figured I could just leave you be. Went to Build-A-Bear workshop and found you these clothes to wear for work today. It was so cute watching you try them all on! Anyway, enjoy your day, I’ll be back this evening to check on you. PS. Watch out for your paw. Looks like you have a button there that makes you say all sorts of adorable, embarassing phrases. <3

Have fun chap! Geo.”

The kangaroo blinked. He was mostly confused, but now a little curious too. What else had he said while he was blackout drunk anyway? And that last part, about the button in his paw… just what did that mean? Skeptically, he sat down and rubbed at his right foot until he felt something hard inside his paw. That was an odd sensation; it felt a bit like a tiny speaker with a button.

Well, if he was going to go to work, he had to know just how bad this could be. Biting his lip nervously, the marsupial pressed the button down.

“Hi, I’m Alkali! I love being a plush!” an odd electronic voice said, coming right out of his mouth. The roo squeaked and clamped his muzzle with both hands. Why on earth did he say that? And why did the voice sound so much like his own? And… and why had his mouth moved of its own accord? This was highly troubling. I mean, now that he’d said it with his own mouth and voice, could he really deny it being true?

Alkali’s face went bright red. Nervously, tentatively, he pressed his paw button once again. The same electronic voice came back forcing his mouth to say, “Being giant and growing is the best!” Oh no. No, no no. He was saying things that couldn’t be repeated in public. And worst of all, they were probably all going to be true.

“I’m gonna need so much alcohol when this day is through,” he muttered, slowly putting on his tie with awkward felt paws. He and Geo were going to need to have words soon. Very soon.