(Content warning: character POV, living plush toy, babyfication, mind alteration, mind regression, diaper use (wet).)
“Now, what do you want to play with? You haven’t touched your choo-choo train yet. Or maybe we can pass the ball back and forth between us? Ooh, maybe you want me to read you a story?”
Mr. Fluffington’s voice was soft as silk, deep and reassuring. The kind of voice you would hear coming out of a children’s TV show mascot: plush and comforting. Which was incredibly appropriate since Mr. Fluffington was, in fact, a seven foot tall ball of fluff and fabric given life.
He looked something like the crossbreed of a bear and a bunny, or at least the plush toy versions of these animals. His thick artificial fur was white as snow and peppered with star shapes all over, while other parts of his body were made of purple and blue mink. Gravity had pooled the fluff inside his body to give him a natural pear shape. His arms and legs were similar, with almost all of their weight concentrated in his huge hands and feet. And his face, if you overlooked the rather cartoony eyes, had the friendliest and less threatening expression you could ever witness.
Mr. Fluffington was friend-shaped. And it was only logical, because he was your friend. He had been since you were old enough to remember things. You used to call him Fluffy. You would never leave him alone, dragging his lifeless plush body everywhere with you, to the point that he was barely recognizable after a few years of this treatment. You had made him your imaginary friend, your confident, your bestest toy ever.
Seeing him again after all these years should have filled you with endless joy. Meeting him as an animated, living, giant plush should have been a dream come true. And yet… you couldn’t help but feel a bit awkward right now.
The babyish outfit and thick diaper he had dressed you up with didn’t help.
As he noticed your bothered expression, Mr. Fluffington’s ears perked up. “What’s up, my friend? Is something the matter?”
You shuffled awkwardly from your sitting position. Under your butt, the padding crinkled loudly.
“It’s fine, don’t worry…” you said, trying to not alarm him.
“Come on,” he replied, jolly as always, “you can’t hide things from me! I’m your bestest friend! Tell me what’s on your mind.”
He was right. There was no point in trying to hide it. You took a deep breath.
“It’s this. All this.”
“This what?” he inquired, tilting his head to the side like a confused dog.
“THIS!” you shouted as you opened your arms wide to better show off your current attire. “The baby clothes! The toys! The whole playroom thing! The pacifiers! The… the big diapers! It’s all so sudden, so… so overwhelming!”
You only then realized how loud you were. You didn’t mean to shout at your plush friend, but all the pent-up frustration had burst out of your lips all at once. You felt bad, but at the same time, Mr Fluffington’s face was not showing any signs of hurt feelings. It never really showed anything other than joy, to be honest.
The giant rabbit scratched behind his left ear with one of his giant paws. “But I thought you wanted all of this? Isn’t that right?”
“It’s true!” you replied in a hurry, trying to correct your outburst. “I love it, I really do! But you have to understand…”
“This was your wish, my friend!” he interrupted you, straightening up from his slouched position. “You said you wanted to feel small and loved again. And we both know that you were wearing diapers way before I came to meet you. You even had a whole drawer full of big baby stuff that fits you just fine. You should be enjoying every moment of this, right?”
Being called out by a giant plush on your fetishes. Ouch. That stung more than it had any right to. But still, you had to tell him the truth, even if it might hurt him.
“It’s not that I don’t like it. On the contrary, really, I love this! But it’s so much… I’ve never been treated like this before.”
“Were the playtime activities no fun?” inquired the plush rabbit-bear as he tilted his head to the side again. “I’ve given you as many things to try out as I could , but maybe you’d rather do something else?”
“No, no…” you counter. “It’s fine. It’s great. You’re making me feel very little. That’s not the problem.” And indeed, Mr. Fluffington was a world-class caregiver, the kind that would give any parent, nanny and professional caretaker a run for their money. Despite being just a pile of fabric and polyfill.
“Oh. Then maybe it’s the clothes?” he continued, tilting his head to the other side. “I thought you would like those diapers and pajamas. I chose them just for you! But if they bother you, we can get you into thinner underwear, and…”
“No, no!” you interrupted, a little too eagerly maybe. “The clothes are great. The diapers are m-more than fine even,” you keep going, a hint of a blush rising to your cheeks. “That’s the best part of it, don’t change a thing.” And indeed, since you first met with him, Mr. Fluffington had given you five diaper changes, and just as many wardrobe swaps. You had never been this cozy and well padded in your life.
“Have I done something wrong?” he asked curiously. “You know you can tell everything to your friend Mr. Fluffington.”
“We’re going too fast!” you let out suddenly, getting frustrated by his happy disposition. “It’s not that I don’t like it, but it just happened too quickly! I come back from work on Friday and find you here in my studio, and before I could even process that there’s a… a… a giant sentient plush friend straight from my childhood, right there in my living room, you swept me off my feet and it hasn’t stopped for a minute since!”
You gestured around the room to emphasize your point, getting more and more agitated as your mouth kept running.
“You have redecorated the whole place and it looks like the biggest nursery I could have dreamed of. You pampered me and dressed me with clothes I didn’t even know I had. And it’s just been this… this constant barrage of littlespace stuff for two days straight. You didn’t leave my side, even for a moment. It’s lovely, don’t get me wrong, absolutely lovely! But it’s like going from starving to being force fed until I puke!”
You looked around your studio. It was hard to believe this place was made for a functioning adult once. It was like a dream come true, the kind of adult baby nursery you’d see as a picture on the internet and become intensely envious about. And your clothes, my God! A dinosaur-printed onesie that was snug and warm in all the right ways, and booties to match. And the padding, so soft it was like wearing a pillow on your butt…
You were living all your ABDL dreams rolled into one. But after two days of excitement, a growing sense of dread had materialized in your mind. You were worried about all the things that were passing you by, and feared that there was no going back. That it would never end.
“I haven’t touched my phone since you came here. I didn’t even do the daily quests for my video game, and I have a battle pass going on for that right now. Hell, I haven’t done any of the chores I should do during my weekends off! I’ve just been wrapped up in this baby stuff… and it’s great, I assure you, it’s amazing, but we can’t go on like this forever.”
“Why not?” asked Mr Huffington, sounding genuinely taken aback for the first time.
You crawled towards your plush friend and placed your hand on his gigantic paw, to soften the blow of what you were about to say, trying really hard to not hurt him with your words.
“I’m an adult, Fluffy. I have a life now. I have to go to work tomorrow. I can’t just drop everything and disappear in littlespace forever like that. What if I lose my job? What if someone comes here and discovers me… discover us like this? Have you thought of that? It’s been lovely, Fluffy. But it has to stop at some point. I need to go back to adulting, now. I’m sorry…”
The big plush creature didn’t say a word. His expression, as always, was stuck in a jovial grin, his eyes shining with sewn-on sparkles. You don’t think it could ever look sad or frustrated, even if he tried. But he kept silent. He must have been processing all that you just said to him.
Did you break his little fluff heart? Did he even have a heart to break?
But after an uncomfortably long silence, Mr. Fluffington came back to life. And he shrugged.
“My, my, my…” he said in his soft voice, a hint of a laugh hidden beneath his words. “I think you worry way too much, my friend. How long have you kept this inside you? There’s no way you enjoyed our time together with these nasty thoughts clouding your mind!”
That wasn’t the answer you were expecting. His empathy and care were seemingly endless, no matter how much of a sucker punch he had just received. An admirable quality, for sure, but one that was getting in the way of the message you were trying to pass.
“I assure you,” you insist, “I had an amazing time. It’s just, I worry that if we continue…”
“Worry!” interrupted your fluffy friend. “That’s the problem, my friend. You shouldn’t worry at all! You old pal Mr. Fluffington is there to take care of eeeeeeverything while you enjoy your little time, okay?”
You rolled your eyes and groaned. It was getting exhausting to try and get your point across. It seemed like your plushy friend didn’t want to believe what you had to say, no matter how blunt you got.
Out of nowhere, Mr. Fluffington lifted his big padded paw - that thing was bigger than your head - and twiddled his fat fluffy fingers in front of your face. “Let me have a look from up close, alright?” Before you could protest any more, he raised his paw and gently hit you on the top of your head.
And that’s when the world stopped moving.
Paralyzed. You couldn’t move an inch if you tried. You opened your eyes wide and forgot how to blink. Sounds dimmed down like you were wearing a pair of noise canceling earbuds, isolating you from the world. The only thing you could perceive with clarity was your rapid heartbeat. And the paw.
You could feel the paw inside your head.
Not literally, no! By all accounts, the comfy pillows of his plush paw pads were resting on the top of your head. You could feel your hair being ruffled around and the slight pressure on your cranium. It didn’t go through your skull physically.
But at the same time, you could feel his gigantic hand touching your mind. Your brain. You felt his oversize fingers gently prodding what looked like a wad of chewed-up bubble gum. Your brain. He was touching it. It was a sensation that no human mind was made to process.
“Oh, would you look at that,” you heard. Mr. Fluffington’s voice felt very distant, yet at the same time you perceived every word perfectly. He sounded awfully bemused by what he was doing.
“All these worries running around freely… You’re so tense! So bunched up! How can you enjoy anything with all of these clouding your mind?”
He pressed one of his fingers on the mass you refused to accept as your brain, and like water sprouting out of a sponge, you felt things seeping to its surface. Tiny sparkles of electricity, running around the twists and turns of your mind. For some reason, they were dark blue. Yes, dark blue electricity. It made no sense. How could sparkles be blue? How could sparkles be dark? And how could you see them? You couldn’t watch with your eyes what was happening inside your head, yet you knew for sure that they were dark blue. It was madness! Madness!
And as they sparkled around your mind, you felt your heartbeat go faster, your breath becoming shallow, sweat starting to painfully pearl all over your skin. It felt bad. It was a panic attack slowly rising from the depths of your being. And you couldn’t move. You couldn’t do anything except feel yourself becoming worse and worse.
But quickly enough, Mr. Fluffington’s finger lifted away from your brain (it can’t really be your brain, right?), and the feelings receded. You were still agitated, yes, but it might have something to do with the fact that your living plush toy had decided to do magic brain surgery on you!
“I’m so sorry, my friend,” said your fluffy friend with his distant-yet-close voice. “I didn’t mean to scare you. It won’t happen again, I promise.” He sounded genuinely worried and compassionate, which didn’t make you feel any better, oddly enough.
“These worries have been left to grow for much too long,” he continued. “You should have told me! I thought we were having fun, but you were fighting a battle inside here all along. My poor, poor friend… But I’ll make it all better for you now, okay?”
‘Better’? What did he mean by ‘better’?
“I’m going to be really careful and really slow, but you might feel a bit funny until I’m done. And then I promise, you’ll be aaaalllll riiiiight. Do you trust me? Do you trust your old friend, Mr. Fluffington?”
What? No! NO! Get out, get out, get out !!
He chuckled. You felt it like a seismic shock, all around your body, in the real world, in the inside world, in the weird world where there was a giant paw hovering over your brain.
“Let’s start with something relaxing.”
He extended his fat, fluffed up pointer finger, and as delicately as he would have petted a kitten, he ran it back and forth along the middle line of your brain-thing. The first stroke made you shiver as you tensed up, but the second…
… OoooohohohoooOOOOooo!
What was thaaaaaaaat…?
It reminded you of something your parents used to do when you were a kid: lay you down on your belly and scratch your back for a few minutes. And when you were all relaxed, they would tickle you along the spine, from neck to lower back, and you would squirm in delight as your whole body felt stimulated all at once.
It was like that, but not on your spine, on your mind. You were internally squirming under the soft strokes of the plush finger, waves of delight coursing through your body. Even in your paralyzed state, you felt your limbs move on their own from the pleasurable stimulation.
Mr. Fluffington stroked, again and again, back and forth, and you felt yourself become like putty under his massage. It was… it felt like that blissful moment right before orgasm, but stretched over long long seconds, and you didn’t want it to stop. He could have done that forever and you would still be begging for more.
Yet after a time that felt entirely too short, the finger receded. For a moment, you floated on cloud nine, removed from the world in a way only the best drugs could achieve. You couldn’t remember what you had done in the past two days, or the conversation you had a minute ago. Or your name. Or anything.
As you were still high on the pleasure that had flooded you, you felt your world tilting and shifting. You lost your balance, which brought you down from your daze a bit.
“Hold on,” reassured the soft voice of your friend, “let me just make you comfortable.”
Far, far away from the realm of pure sensation of your mind, you felt your physical body shift around. While maintaining the pressure on the top of your head, Mr. Fluffington’s other paw was guiding your body to an horizontal position, resting your head on his lap and soft belly. This was nice. Comfy. Relaxing. It felt like he was preparing you for a nap. You’d like a nap. That sounded nice. Yes, a nap please.
Once again, the plush’s voice reached your ears from afar while simultaneously resonating between them. “Alright my friend, now that we’re set, I’m going to clean you of all your nasty little thoughts. You will feel much better after that. Are you ready?”
You let out a wordless moan, incapable of forming words. For the second time, you felt the chuckle of your plush friend all around you, like a world-shaking tremor.
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
The second paw joined the first around your head, wrapping you in a soft cocoon made of pillow fluff, and Mr. Fluffington began to work.
Between the two paws inside your head, your brain was like Play-Doh. No, not that… Play-Doh kept its shape after being handled. It was more like… bread dough. Supple, sticky, easily deformed but who will spring back into its shape if you let go of it. Yeah. That’s what it felt like. Mr. Fluffington’s big hands were kneading, and squishing, and rolling, and balling, and spreading, and twisting, and working your brain like dough.
And as you laid there on your friend's lap, his hands massaging your skull while twisting your mind in strange shapes, you hallucinated vividly.
Every twist, poke and rub made thoughts and memories spring to life in your mental palace. Some were thoughts you’ve had not even an hour ago, others were memories you had forgotten about entirely. And every single one was experienced like they were happening right at this moment. It formed a storm of pictures, sounds and feelings, melting into each other in a confused mess that had you laughing, crying, gasping, purring…
You were at your desk and your phone was blowing up with notifications - NO you were at the beach, enjoying a delicious ice cream - NO you were running, running, running fast in the grass without a care in the world - NO you were pushing hard to make a mess in your diaper but it wouldn’t come out - NO you were at home, bored senseless as you watched the TV without even paying attention - NO you were here, now, on Mr. Fluffington’s lap as he twisted your brain into a pretzel - NO you were in your bed, unable to sleep, feeling anxious about the deadlines due tomorrow - NO you were laughing at the best joke ever told - NO you were bawling uncontrollably - NO you were looking at the small Fluffy plush turning and turning in the washing machine - NO…
The chaotic maelstrom of your memories stopped for a brief moment, and through your eyes - your own physical eyes - you saw the giant plush remove one of his paws from your head and shake it rapidly, like he was trying to get rid of some pesky droplets of water. You swore you saw dark blue sparkles drop from his fingers, falling and bouncing on the soft carpet before vanishing. But this was only a short reprieve before the kneading began anew.
… NO you were next to the fire pit, feeling cozy and safe as the wind blew outside your windows - NO you closed up your phone as one of your coworker almost caught you looking at naughty pictures - NO you were browsing online stores, knowing that you had no money to buy another plush toy - NO Mr. Fluffington was pouring some baby powder on your loins before folding the diaper on you - NO…
Another respite, another vigorous hand shaking, another handful of sparkles falling down. You tried to speak out, to tell him to stop, to let you catch your breath, to let you make sense of the sensations; but all that came out of your mouth was a hiccup and an incomprehensible gargle. That was enough to attract Mr. Fluffington’s attention and he looked down on you with his perpetually jovial expression.
“Shhh, shhh. Everything is fine. I’m almost done.”
Once more, the two humongous paws went to work, but more gently this time. He rubbed the soft ball of mental dough with his thumbs, calmly, making circular motions in two opposite directions. And the memories melted into one another again.
But the bad memories had stopped coming. There were no longer stressful memories of your work life, or the embarrassing moments of your teenage years. Pleasant memories were coming back to you one after another, quiet, harmless, like the lazy waves on a sunset-lit beach.
… You were riding a bike with safety wheels attached - NO a giant plush toy was waiting for you inside your studio - NO you were at the theater and the lights were coming back up as the credits rolled - NO you were looking at yourself in the mirror, wearing your adult baby onesie - No, you were drinking hot cocoa from a baby bottle - No, you were blushing because your best friend called you cute - No, you were on the changing table and your diaper was full - no, you were falling asleep under the night light - no, you were in the arms of your mother - no, you were in Mr. Fluffington’s arms…
And the brain kneading stopped. Pictures and sounds ceased to come to your mind, but the feelings lingered for a moment. Feelings of comfort, of happiness, of your heart fluttering in excitement. In the thoughtless void that was your inner world, now that all the noise was gone, all that was left was you. More relaxed than you had ever been in your entire life.
Mr. Fluffington stroked your hair. Not inside your head, no, just the hair on top of your head, in the real world. Despite everything you just went through, you were still in your living room that looked like an ABDL’s dream come true, your head laying down on a giant plush toy’s lap, cosseted like a child who was just waking up.
“Hmmm.”
The giant plush’s voice resonated in the room. You no longer perceived it with your mind, but with your regular ears. And he sounded perplexed.
“What’s going on here? You’re all relaxed, yes, but something’s missing. What could that be, little friend?”
Asking you to form a coherent thought right now was like asking sand to turn into glass on the spot. The potential was there, but there were too many steps before you could reach that destination. And honestly, you couldn’t be bothered right now. All you could do was blink lazily, waiting for the next sentence to come out of your plush friend.
“Hmmm, what could it be, what could it be…?” he pondered aloud.
You were too washed out to care. Mr. Fluffington could ponder for as long as he wanted, you were doing fine on your own. Absent-mindedly, you lifted your hand to your mouth and began sucking on your thumb. Oh yeah. That hit the spot.
The plush looked down on you, and slapped his forehead with his paw in sudden realization, creating a soft cushioned sound as he did.
“Oh, of course! Silly old Mr. Fluffington. I made you all nice and cozy, but I forgot to make you all baby! How could I forget that?”
Baby? Weren’t you a baby already? You certainly felt like a baby. You wondered what he meant by that as you kept sucking on your thumb.
“Let me fix this for you. It will only take a second.”
Sucking his belly in and bending forward, Mr. Fluffington put his nuzzle on the top of your head. Was it a kiss? You liked kisses. But after a second, you realized it wasn’t a kiss.
*Ffffwwwwwoooooooohhhhh!*
Mr. Fluffington blew air on your skull, like he was trying to fill up a balloon, but the gust of air went straight to your inside world and into your brain-thing.
And immediately, you felt electrified! Like a million sparkly little ants were running chaotically in your head, making you all tingly. And every single one of these ants were whispering to you: “You’re a baby, you’re a baby, you’re a baby!”
*Ffffwwwwwoooooooohhhhh!*
He was blowing a raspberry on your thoughts, and your entire body felt the effects it caused. You started to laugh uncontrollably, your arms flailing wildly at the powerful stimulation.
Again! Again!
*Ffffwwwwwoooooooohhhhh!*
Your brain was no longer a ball of kneaded dough, but a fluffy cloud of cotton candy, light as a feather, thin as threads of silk. Gone were your memories. Gone were your adult thoughts. There was nothing left but pure ecstasy and the absolute delight of feeling his breath rush through your mind.
*Ffffwwwwwoooooooohhhhh!*
Your body was tingly all over. Every move was sending back new and unknown sensations, like you were experiencing them for the first time. You jerked your legs around in all directions, flailing them in the air. The crinkling coming from your lower body sounded like the funniest noise in the world to you.
You felt a sudden jolt between your legs, which made you stop flailing for a second, and then your midsection became warmer. Wetter. Squishier. Amazing. Perfect. Don’t change anything. You begin running your legs again and the sensation of squishy wetness was compounding the overwhelming pleasure coursing through your body.
But there was no more breathing. Why? You needed the breath! You wanted the breath! You opened your eyes to see the face of your friend looking at you upside-down, a sight that immediately threw you into a fit of giggles.
The fuzzy face with cartoon eyes asked you: “You like that, little friend? Do you want more?”
Yes! Yes! Again! Again! Incapable of expressing your imperious desire, you tried to grab his ears with your clumsy fingers, shouting like a toddler: “Ah! Ah! Aaaaaah!”
Mr. Fluffington took a deep breath and leaned down on your head once more.
*Ffffwwwwwoooooooohhhhh!*
*Ffffwwwwwoooooooohhhhh!*
*Ffffwwwwwoooooooohhhhh!*
And the world stopped making sense. All that was left was a whirlwind of colors, of pleasure, of movements that tickled you, of sounds that made you laugh, of warmth, of squishy feelings between your legs, of soft fabric on your skin, of soft plush behind your neck.
You forgot who you were. You didn’t care who you were. You were now, and now was perfect, and now should never ever stop.
At the corner of your eye, you noticed something big and colorful. New thing! Exciting! Discovery! So you did what you always do with new things and put it in your mouth. It was soft and squishy and plushy, and it wiggled when you bit on it.
“Hey now! What are you doing biting my paws?”
You didn’t understand the words, but the voice was soft and reassuring. You tried to look for the source and your eyes stumbled upon a friendly face. Big eyes and wide smile and big ears and fluff all over. You squealed! It was him! He was your friend! He was like mommy and daddy! He was soft and nice and comfy!
You let go of the thing in your mouth, and as drool rolled over your chin, you pronounced the only word you still remembered:
“Fwufffyyyyyyy!”
And the big friendly face smiled at you.
Hey. Hey? Can you hear me? Ohoho. My, my, my. I think I have done too good of a job with you, my friend! I’m not sure you understand my words right now, but you look so happy and relaxed. That’s all that matters. Oh, look at you, what a cute smile you’re making for me!
Well, even if you won’t understand what I say, I wanted to tell you everything will be fine. I typed a message for your boss on your computer - gosh, that took a long time with my big paws! I told her you have caught a nasty bug that makes you poop a lot, and you won’t be back for a few days. I know, it’s very bad to tell lies, but promise me you will keep it a secret, okay? And besides, I’m not really lying about the pooping part, ohoho!
I’ll take care of you. I’ll take care of everything. How hard can it be? You’re just a little baby, after all, and I know how to take care of you. That’s what fluffy friends are made for.
You can enjoy a few days of rest, now. No worries, no stress, nothing that needs your attention. Just the present to enjoy to the fullest, and nothing more. It’s what you should have had the first time. It’s my gift, from me to you. From your old pal, Mr. Fluffington!
And once you come back from your little vacation, we will talk about how to mix your little life and your grown-up one. I’m sure we’ll find a way to make it work, and then you’ll be happy forever.
Now, enjoy your little time, my friend. You’ve earned it.