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Soft Dreams (epilogue)
🕑 Added 2022-10-24 11:36:31 +0000 UTCContinuing on our theme of Where Are They Now, I thought I'd illustrate and write an epilogue for Soft Dreams. You can find the original story here: https://www.patreon.com/posts/soft-dreams-69774994
I have an epilogue planned and illustrated for Dungeons and Drive-Thrus, but I was wondering if there were any other series people would like to see me follow up on?
Just leave a comment and let me know <3
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Slosh. Churn. Burble.
Sounds that Lori didn’t know a plush toy (living or otherwise) could make had now become familiar since that fateful night at the restaurant. The night when Vic and her had made something she had always thought would remain fantasy, into reality. She had gotten so big.
The morning found them both snoring contently in positions that hadn’t changed - Lori’s stomach so ballooned with food she couldn’t move if she wanted to and Vic using their massive girlfriend as a mattress. As Lori woke up slowly, blinking and stretching what parts of her she could - she had a brief look about herself and wondered what, if anything, had changed. Could a plushie digest food? Could she get fat? She had been living as a big plush donkey girl for a while and it felt like the more she ate the bigger she got, but she’d never done anything so brazen as her binge with Vic the night before. Looking over herself from her position on her side, she felt a little smaller, but still heavy. Her stomach was making such loud noises, gurgles and groans of digestion if she didn’t know any better.
It took a while for Vic to clean them both up - thankfully the cow-kitsune hybrid had thought ahead for that too and there were buckets with soapy water available. Lori wouldn’t fit in a bath tub in her state, but neither wanted to greet the waking world covered in food scraps and cum stains. Not that it would matter too much to Lori, no amount of scrubbing would wash away what she had done to herself that night, she wore the evidence on a stomach far too big to walk around with. Just what had she done? She had turned herself into a fuck toy. A balloon. Would she ever go back to normal? Was her working life at the hospital done with? What would her friends and family think of what she had done to herself? The blush inducing thoughts swirled around in her head while Vic gently washed at the food stains on her fabric body.
Eventually her cow-kitsune partner kissed her on the cheek and departed briefly, returning with a large pick up truck. With Vic’s help, Lori was levered onto her feet and though her stomach dragged along the ground in front of her, the pair of them were able to waddle her to the restaurant’s double doors. There was a brief struggle getting Lori through the large opening, the plushie girl blushing and squirming the whole time, but before long she was being loaded on up into the back of the truck like she was cargo. There weren’t really any pedestrians, thankfully, but she could feel the looks of people driving by in the early morning on her. A hybrid and their morbidly, massively obese plushie girlfriend. Their fat mountain of a girlfriend. Their fuck toy. Lori blushed some more and the pick up truck revved to life.
Home was more difficult to get into - Lori’s apartment was on the second floor so that meant navigating the stairs. Vic had to take the brunt of the plushie’s sloshing, blorping stomach, holding it up in front of her as the pair squished their way through the stairwell. Every single door they passed through, she had to be kneaded and squeezed through. It felt like a baker pushing and kneading dough through a hole entirely too small. But inch by inch she made it. Thankfully nobody needed to use the doors so early in the morning, else they would have had to wait the full ten minutes it took for Lori to be squeezed through each one. The thought of someone watching her push and squeeze her excess stomach through a door was mortifying as it was arousing.
Finally she was in her living room where she collapsed panting. Far too heavy for any of her furniture, the plush donkey flopped out on the floor and panted and groaned, listening to the loud sloshing of her stomach settle beside her. A few minutes later Vic arrived with pillows from her room to make her a little more comfortable but truth be told she felt comfortable as it was. One of the perks of being a plushie she supposed - hard surfaces no longer bothered her. She had no bones or muscles to ache. The pair stayed like that a while, with Vic tending to Lori for the day. Bringing her food and water when she requested it, and though she needed neither it was nice to have. Vic lounged against her massively bloated stomach while the pair watched TV or played games on her consoles. They talked a little about what the night had meant for them. Being used like that was a fantasy and the thought of what had happened still sent a flutter down Lori’s chest to where she supposed her heart would be if she were more biological. Vic was only too happy to have made Lori happy, and teased about future exploits. But would there be future exploits? Would Lori ever return to a normal size?
“What if I never shrink back down?” Lori asked, casting a glance to where Vic had made themselves comfortable, sinking into their bloated stomach. “I mean, there’s no real reason I should. Plush toys don’t digest food normally.”
Vic looked back at her, maybe wondering how worried Lori actually was. They contemplated the question for a few seconds before saying, “there’s no real reason for any of this, is there? I mean, people usually don’t turn into plush toys. And there was no magic, and no animal people before the Splintering.” When Lori remained silent, thinking, Vic continued, “but I think that means there’s even less reason to worry. If you were worried, that is. I mean, I think we should take things as they come. And whatever happens, there are people studying magic in the Outer Districts who could help you achieve whatever shape and size you want to. That’s what I heard, at least.”
It sounded true. The Outer Districts; they were where Lori had started down this adventure of hers. What had made it possible. What had made her happy. “I’m not worried.” She said after a moment, flashing a smile around her buck teeth. “I’m happy. I’ll be happy to stay like this, too.” She added with a wink.
Vic grinned and the fat cow-kitsune hybrid pushed themselves more firmly against Lori’s stomach, sending it jostling and wobbling around them. “I thought you might be. But if it is permanent, and if it ever gets boring, well I did my research. There’s a ring and- well, you have options is all.”
Lori wondered about the ring, but she didn’t ask until later that evening. Through the day her stomach shrunk slowly, bit by bit. By the time the sun sunk beneath the horizon it stopped shrinking entirely and though it was no longer as wide around as it had been, it was still absolutely massive, and far too big for her to walk around with. The sloshing and gurgling noises had stopped and the semi-liquid hardness of the digesting food had been replaced with - stuffing? As though the entire meal had been converted into plush toy stuffing. It made sense, in a way.
When it became clear she wasn’t getting any smaller any time soon, Lori asked about the ring. Apparently it was part of Vic’s research. Before they stuffed Lori senseless in the restaurant the cow-kitsune hybrid had seen one of their friends to make sure things would be okay. A friend in the Outer Districts, where the more magical beings made their home, said they knew where they could get a ring that, if worn, would reduce the wearer’s weight drastically. It would allow Lori to get back into an oversized hospital gown and live her life normally. If it worked, that was.
For Lori’s part she just smiled. Vic had thought of everything. But as big as she was, and as soft as she was...
... maybe she could stay like this for a while.
Comments
Dornam
Ooo... that would be a fun one! Being that their bodies don't like grease, might be interesting to see if their body just decided to stop processing it and just store it in their stomach permanently!
Jenny Koda
Thank you very much! Were there any other stories you would like to see epilogues to~?
Jenny Koda
Awwwrf, thank you gosh and heck QuQ Also fat cow TF is powerful as heck u3u <3
mutatiio
Really enjoyed this story
Athan
Hard to say, tbh, but I'm a bit biased; all of my suggestions would likely involve fat cow TF and me self-inserted, somehow 🤣 I love your work, though; I can't think of any of your stories/series that I wasn't happy with <3
Jenny Koda
Eeeee thank you so much! And be sure to lemme know if you have suggestions for epilogues ;u;
Athan
Lovely art and story ❤️ I love this plush gal so much 🤗
Jenny Koda
Oh god haha, Overseer's Report? https://www.patreon.com/posts/overseers-report-7186047
NackV
The smuggling story from the water planet.
