Darryl was gazing out the window at the nighttime scene, various Halloween-themed objects and lights decorating the neighborhood. He got a good view of several well-decorated homes from his high bedroom window, as well as a view of the various people going door-to-door in costume. It was a vantage point which he was grateful for, but it was sad nonetheless, because he longed for the days where he could actively participate. Not simply handing out candy - which he had run out of early this year - but actually trick-or-treating, exploring the spooky decorations of the neighborhood, experiencing the excitement of discovering what sort of candy each house would give out, and seeing all those costumes up close and getting to show off his own. It was all so marvellous, but now that he was an adult, it was something that he could observe, but never again participate in, at least not to the same degree that he once could.

He gave a heavy sigh, then looked toward an aged plush bat on a shelf on the wall. back when he was a child, he would always take it with him as he trick-or-treated. Now, it was simply a decoration, a reminder of a time he wanted to relive, but could not. It usually didn’t bother him so much, but on Halloween night, that sad feeling was at its strongest.

He walked over and picked up the plush bat, hugging it very tightly. So tightly, in fact, that he initially worried he might have damaged it some way, as he heard a loud popping noise coming from the plush. Examining the plush toy, he found nothing wrong with it, but he did find something else quite odd, seeing his thin red T-shirt start to become very fuzzy, colored white in front and red everywhere else. It was spreading rapidly through the shirt, which frightened him enough that he quickly decided it would be best to take the shirt off, but when he tried he discovered something even more alarming: the shirt appeared to be fused to his skin now.

It felt like he should be panicking and breathing heavily at this point, and indeed he was starting to panic, but he realized with a start that he wasn’t breathing heavily. In fact... he couldn’t breathe at all. Yet it didn’t feel like he was suffocating. In fact, breathing felt oddly unnecessary now, somehow.

The red fuzz began to spread down his arm, no longer restricting itself to the length of the sleeve. When it reached his hands, the fuzz turned white, covering his hands with white fuzz that obscured his individual digits. Actually, no... It looked like they were fuzzy, rounded cloth paws now, with sewn-on lines instead of digits and cute little pink paw pads on one side. More alarmingly, it didn’t feel like his hands were concealed by this cloth paw. He could no longer feel his individual digits. When he rubbed the paws together, it felt like his hands were touching each-other, not like they were covered by anything. His hands weren’t simply covered by these cloth paws, they WERE cloth paws.

He pressed his paws against his belly, feeling his belly compress a lot more than it normally should have. It was clear to him that he was no longer filled with bones and organs, but instead soft stuffing. Was he... turning into a plush? Was the plush bat somehow responsible for this?

Just then, he noticed his pants starting to turn to red fuzz as well, before feeling something growing from behind. Looking back, he saw a thick tail forming there, covered mostly in red fuzz, with white fuzz on the underside. At that point, something was developing on his belly as well: a large, red fuzzy pouch. At this point, it was clear to him what he was becoming: a plush kangaroo.

As if it were waiting for this realization, suddenly the transformation accelerated, quickly changing his legs, then his feet, his socks being replaced with red fuzz, with harmless plastic claws at the end of his long plush hind paws, though once more his paws lacked individual digits. He gave a couple test hops. He felt like he could jump so high now, due to a combination of his lighter weight and his more powerful (despite literally lacking any muscles) legs.

At that point, he could feel his head starting to change, the last part of him that remained to do so. He felt his ears with his forepaws as they moved up to the top of his head, growing longer and more pointed. He felt the top of his head, noting that there was no longer any hair there, simply soft fuzz. Last to change was his face, complete with a long, fuzzy muzzle with a black plastic nose. With that, his changes were complete.

He looked around the room, noticing how much bigger everything looked. He was the size of a small child now. He opened his mouth to speak, discovering that despite his lack of ability to take in air, he could still talk just fine. His voice had changed significantly, becoming much higher-pitched, perhaps even a bit squeaky. He walked over to the mirror, beholding his new plush roo form. It looked almost like he was wearing a plush costume, though he knew the truth.

With that thought, an idea formed. Indeed, one might think it’s a costume. With his height and his voice, it would seem like it was a child who was wearing it. He looked out the window. Perhaps this would be his chance to join in on the festivities again, to go trick-or-treating once more. With his pouch, he would easily be able to hold the candy he would get, so he didn’t have to worry about the lack of a Halloween bucket. He wouldn’t be able to eat candy in this form, but he was sure that finding a willing recipient for all that candy wouldn’t be too hard. He would worry about that part later, though. For now, it was time to have some Halloween fun!