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syrup-studpup · 25 days

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but what if i magically transformed into a stuffie for you to carry around in your arms n sleep with on stormy nights n cuddle with n squeeze while we watch scary movies under the covers n hump against n rub my plush fur into your boycunt n cry into n cum all over??

huh??? what if vaniiii???

AWWWWW

if i know it's you you'd definitely become my favorite toy to cuddle with, hugging you while i watch my shows, or sitting you in my lap while i play video games, getting excited and rambling to you about my theories and reactions to stuff, squeezing you extra tight at any scary or suspenseful parts. on lazy days maybe id just rest my head on your tummy and use your plush fur as a pillow while i scroll on my phone, turning my screen to show you anything i find particularly funny. i know you'd never be able to respond, but id do my best to make you feel involved anyway, in hopes that maybe you'd be having fun even if you can't say so,,, well, that and id probably be having quite a bit of fun having someone to talk about niche media with, even if the conversations are,, a bit one sided LMAO

honestly id probably be a bit hesitant to do anything sexual around you at all, let alone WITH you. you'd be the one plushie i consistently turn to face the wall when i jerk off, too embarrassed to have your little plastic eyes on me while i hump my hand, or some other stuffed animal that i'm,, pretty sure isn't alive like you are. even though you can't see me, i'm sure you'd feel the bed shifting, hear the changes in my breathing patterns. in time you'd start to recognize the pace i like to go at, the little sigh i let out after i cum, maybe catch bits and pieces of the kind of porn i like to watch and listen to, all the little details of how i jerk off, even if it's not you yourself being squeezed between my thighs. and maybe one night, after id made myself cum, id pull you into my arms, mumbling jokes and apologies about how i'm almost glad you're just a stuffed animal so you can't say anything to me about how often i jerk off.

there'd be a long pause, and you'd feel my thumb rubbing back and forth on your tummy in the way you know i do when i'm deep in thought.

eventually id break the silence, talking to you about how sometimes i wonder if my other stuffies are alive too, if maybe you can talk to them in some secret stuffie language i cant understand....id ask if you've made some nice friends since you've become one of my stuffies, if maybe you all like to gossip about me in the way that any group of people will talk and complain about their higher ups....id ask if they hate it--when i touch them....id ask if...if you'd hate it.

you'd hear my breathing start to pick up as my hand hesitantly starts to drift down between your legs. i mean, sure stuffies don't have genitals but you were human once. i'm,, sure youd know what it means. maybe id start cursing under my breath, wondering if you even want this. you cant consent to this,, but then, could you consent to anything? for all id know you might hate the shows i watch, or how often i cuddle you, or when i use you as a pillow, or anything, and id never know because you cant say anything to me...you can't say anything to me so,, id never know if you hate it. it doesn't matter if you're technically alive, the fact of the matter is, if you're my plushie,, you really don't get a say in what we do. sure i can try to do things i think you'd like, but at the end of the day, it really does come down to what I want. you're my toy, and ultimately your function is to please me. and if i want you, you can't say no to me, can you?

id turn you around and study your plastic beaded eyes as i feel my attitude towards you shift, as i fully realize what it means for you to be my toy. my breathing would get more and more ragged, my body squirming a bit until i finally press your plush snout to my lips, kissing you hungrily and licking the stitches of your mouth. id keep at it, moaning your human name between kisses until id get so worked up id slip off my pants, push you down between my legs and roll over onto my stomach. id hold you against my tcock, slick getting all over your fur, and start rutting against you. i wouldn't be able to hold back from grunting a bit, letting my more primal urges take over as i take what i want from my toy, letting myself be as selfish as i want, because for all intents and purposes, i really am just masturbating with a toy like any of my others.

id make myself cum a few more times, humping your torso, or rubbing your already-wet snout against my cunt, occasionally asking if "you like that?" and throbbing at the knowledge that i don't know, and it ultimately doesn't matter. once id had my fill, i'd sit up and look at you, fur all stuck together, some patches still wet, others already starting to dry up. id curse and apologize for getting carried away, getting a rag to give you a quick clean before cuddling you and promising to give you a more thorough wash tomorrow. id tell you that next time i'll probably just keep my pants on,, i mean, unless youd have any objections to a "next time?" <3

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