Stuffed (A Closed Thread)

[PollySays]

Closed for Litshark.​

"You and your damn dolls." It was said with a chuckle, but it was enough to get a glare over the shoulder of the tattoo adorned girl currently coddling over a fuzzy feline stuffed with synthetic pellets and fibers. Her tongue flicked out at her boyfriend, her eyes scrunching as she set it back on the shelf.

"You say that, yet you keep buying them for me. Feed an addict, dear." Jenny smirked, peering into the added new selections for creation. If Derek had learned one thing in their 6 months together, it was that she had 2 absolute addictions. Only one was a perk for him. Jenny loved her stuffed creatures, and loved a good stuffing herself. A new bear or bunny almost always resulted in a night of sex that left neighbors yelling nearly as loud as Jenny.
And hence the current appearance of a patient man as his girlfriend wandered the Craft-a-Creature store. Some of the little outfits intended for these little dolls were. Interesting, to say the least. A few even gave ideas on things he wanted for Jenny herself.

Jenny was enamoured. A perfect classic bear. Brown fur, textured. A black nose, pronounced and sculpted with divets and indentations. Little crafted paws, detailed to tiny thin claws, padding upon each paw. Bigger than her current bears of other hues and types. This fellow was absolutely perfect.

Her favorite part. The building. She felt like a little girl again, fixing together these bears, structuring it perfectly before her eyes. Bringing it to life. Just for her.

Pushing it against the feeder plug of the stuffing machine, Jenny hummed to herself, glancing back to Derek with a smile. "He's cute, don't you think?"
"Oh, it's a he, is it? Competition."
"Possibly. I should see if I can get other. Accessories. For him." Jenny smiled, winking at Derek as she reached into the bin of little plastic hearts, randomly pulling one out. A different hue from the others. Pitch black. Too much red dye? Unique. She liked it. Slipping it in, she stitched him closed, then beamed proudly to Derek. "He's perfect!"

-------***-------

The evening went just as Derek had hoped, aside from the bear left sitting on the dresser. Jenny was unphased by this, her cries of lust and screams of pleasure echoing in the bedroom as her boyfriend fucked her. Never once did she mind, care, notice the blank stare of the bear's sheened eyes.

A perfect day.
Absolutely perfect.



Jenny Ford, Age 21

 

[LitShark]

Prologue:
Remy Langriche, a Creole from New Orleans, had never feared from wind or rain- but when the Levees built of frail mortal hands burst, his home, his business and many of his friends and relatives were washed away. Remy wasn't one of those cos-play witch-doctors who often fleeced tourists of their souvenir budget with white skull painted on their faces and dingy top hats, he was a devout, true believer. Juju- Remy's personal wicker bound idol had always rewarded Remy's faith, until the day that the floods came in.

In the months that followed, Remy tried to pick up the pieces of his washed away life. The sacred candles, infused with goats blood, the Hooti bags rattling with bones and dust of flesh, the bodies of friends and loved ones bloated and sagging from the waters.

No one wanted to help, no one but Juju. Remy's grief led him deeper into his faith, dragging him thoughtlessly over lines he never thought to cross before. With some of the Hudu artifacts he was able to recover from the wreckage he was able to brew a potent batch of Reanimation Liquor. The first body he forced life into was that of his late wife. When she opened her eyes, Remy was foolish enough to believe he'd succeeded.

Unfortunately, the ancient and powerful magic did little more than reanimate flesh. With the souls irrevocably departed, Remy quickly became disgusted with his reanimated loved ones, and himself as well for tormenting their dead flesh with the curse of soulless life. Heart heavy with regret, Remy took his small band of undead slaves and led them North to begin anew.

The Pact:

The sound of pistol fire rang out in Remy's wake as he sprinted into the maze of factory buildings. The muffled, wet smack of his long dead and mostly decayed wife splitting apart before a bullet was unmistakeable.

While the police were busy sorting through the mess they'd made of his formerly formittable army of soulless slaves, Remy vanished through the first heavy metal door that he found unlocked. Behind the door, the sound was deafening as engines hummed and massive fans blew long threads of polyester out like silken, yearning fingers.

Remy sprinted through the lines of towering machines, his hand gripping tightly on the bullet wound in his side. He was trailing drops of blood in his wake, there was no hiding anymore. The Federal Agents wouldn't be long in finding him and they were ordered to shoot on sight. He had to escape, but the door he'd gone through was the only way in or out of the "Creature Lab".

Textile machines screamed and whooshed, as Remy climbed a steel rung ladder up into the rafters of the building, he began setting up a small, makeshift alter over one of the large fluff sorting cauldrons. Somewhere he was less likely to be shot from below.

Juju's stick and straw idol was balanced over the edge of the catwalk and a small collection of goat-blood candles arranged around him and lit. Remy began a long, low chant in a language that only third generation Bayu folk could decipher. It was a prayer to the idol, a pact in the promise of blood to preserve Remy's soul in Juju's guise. The vial of red poison was already almost gone, building an army of undead required a lot of reanimator.

Remy drank the last of the liquid as the metal door slammed against the concrite wall.

"Show yourself!" Agent Clemons shouted as he walked into the factory. "There's no way out Langriche!"

Christians lacked imagination. There was always a way out where faith met tradition. It was no use whispering now, Remy raised his voice, bellowing to the rafters in his ancient incantation.

"Thou, My God who has been chosen of I and shared of my life. To thou do I make this frail flesh an offering! Take this imperfect soul into thy self and remake me in thy image."

"Up there!" Clemons barked, never considering that Remy wanted to be discovered. The candle flames flickered as a 9 mm. shell clanged against the maze of metal poles and grates. "You're done for Langriche. Turn yourself in now, or I'll have to kill you."

Clemons fired again, only now realizing why Remy had chosen that spot for his alter. If he was going to have an angle on a kill shot, Clemons would have to climb the blood slick ladder. Clemons began climbing as Remy drew a small dagger with a hand carved and painted handle, fashioned to resemble the idol of Juju. The poison was setting in, Remy could feel his heart slowing down and his breath became ragged. Nonetheless, Remy continued to pray as he tore open his shirt and pressed the dagger to his chest.

"Only thee can kill me Juju, for it is of thee that I live. I now yeild up my life to thee, so that my soul may be thine!"

Clemons was atop the ladder at last, staring down at Remy through the raised sights on his gun. Before he could tell him to freeze, Remy plunged the three inch blade into his chest and coughed a glut of blood under the rail and onto a cardboard barrel full of small, plastic, toy hearts. At the sight of the dagger, Clemons fired. In the same moment, the bullet struck the blade in Remy's chest and riccochet at an angle which blew the wicker idol into a cloud of straw. Clemons' hands, slick with blood, lost his grip on his service pistol when it recoiled. The gun clattered to the ground, discharging a single round that cut straight through the Agent's Kevlar vest like it were made of waxed paper and burst his heart. Clemons was dead before he hit the ground.

Rebirth:

Nothing.

There was only nothingness for a long time. An inky, soundless blackness that was nothing like sleep.

Silence.

There was no sound, no voice, no lungs and no breath. Remy tried to scream, but there was no Remy. Nor was there his mouth nor his lungs nor his voice to cry out.

Drums.

The silence broken, howsoever breifly, by the far off sound of tribal drums, muted as though they were being played under water.

A Beat.

The rythem became more obvious, Remy could feel it now. Not in his ears, not in his chest, but in his self. His consciousness was throbbing to the drums.

A Heartbeat.

The drums were drums no more, they were a pulse. Not a heart pumping blood, but a toy pumping life. He had shoulders again, then he had a chest. He had a torso, even attaining the luxury of legs. The chest soon grew arms which allowed the shoulder to sprout a head. Yes, Juju was there, Remy could feel him. Perhaps he was him. A wicker God to his misplaced and misguided people. Oh how the Hudu would worship a Juju come to true, animated life. A soul within a God.

As the pulse reconstructed him, it relented new sounds into his ears. Sounds that made him remember his wife, the way she was before the flood. Plaintive feminine mewlings that indicated arousal, masculine grunting, flesh striking flesh. Someone was fucking.

Remy was aware that it wasn't his voice grunting, and he couldn't feel the familiar sensations of sex even as he became aware of things that must have been fingers and toes. Then it seemed so obvious, Remy opened his eyes.

Before his plastic eyes, a world expanded into vision. A plush nightmare of cutesy faces and cartoonish creatures, the colors were garrish and tended toward the most obnoxious shades of pink. This was a girl's room, a young girl, apparently. Had he gone to occult idolitor hell?

Another urgent moan drew Remy's gaze back to the bed, at last he had a clear explanation for the sounds. A beautiful, tattooed, white girl was being fucked by some frat type of man. Both looked to be in their early twenties, and she seemed to be enjoying herself in spite of the fact that her partner seemed to be totally inept. Diamonds in the hog trough.

Remy had no desire to watch the girl enjoy her mediocre sex, he had a world to rediscover as a Hudu God. He had no idea how or why he had been reanimated as Juju in this strange place, but he didn't plan to tarry. He had an army to rebuild.

On silent feet, Remy tested his new limbs for the first time, scampering down from the dresser onto the carpet. It was then that he caught sight of his legs for the first time. Not the meticulously bound, ruddy straw of Juju's legs, but rather with fluffy, brown teddy bear legs.

Remy had been reanimated as a Teddy Bear. He swore in his deep, accented voice once he was free of the room. He needed to escape this house, he moved quickly toward the front door, leaving it swinging open as he made his way out into the night. The sight of the raised pickup truck brought a smirk to Remy's rounded mouth. Perhaps he was over reacting.

Out under the stars, Remy felt Juju again. He was Juju, the spell had worked- just not as he'd intended it. He was Juju, just in a different form. At this size, it was easy for Remy to walk under the raised pickup, and a plastic claw easily grasped the rubber brake fluid hose. He chuckled to himself as he tore the rubber from its mounting, spilling its foul smelling, green fluid into the street.

If he was going to build an army, who better to start with than the beautiful girl into whose room he'd been reanimated? The boy-toy had to go though. Remy ran back into the house as Romeo's car glutted brake fluid into the gutter.

 

[PollySays]

"Fuck, baby, fuck!" Derek's voice overpowered Jenny's as he forced himself into her, the girl beneath cringing and crying out as he continued. He was soon grasping at her shoulders, burying deeply into her as he climaxed, Jenny gasping for breath as she earnestly rocked herself up against him. "Right there, Jen, right! Fucking! FUCK!"

He collapsed against her, groaning into her ear, leaving Jenny to whimper once more. "D-Derek?" She shifted, whining a little as her hips rolled up against his still buried cock. "Derek, baby, I. Um."

A snore.
The bastard fell asleep?
"Derek!" She paused again, then sighed, pushing him off her and rolling off the bed herself. Reaching into her bedside drawers, she took out a vibrator, peeking over at him once again. Another snort. How did he fall asleep so fast? "Glad you enjoyed it, babe," She whispered with a frown, wandering off to the living room instead.

She hated to do this. With him right there? It seemed so. Wrong. But she wanted to feel better herself. He tried, he really did. He just seemed to have a hard time bringing her to climax before he got to his own.

Well. At least a toy couldn't do that.
Jen did her best to stay quiet as she played, pulling her shirt up to bite the hem of it as she fought from crooning out. She had been so close back in the bedroom, but Derek was. Well. Derek.

She came. Hard. Enough to leave her shaking, gasping against the couch, needing to change the blanket left strewn over the back of it. Still wandering the house half naked, she dropped the soiled blanket to the laundry room, wandering back to the kitchen for a bottle of water on her way.

Returning to the bedroom, he was starting to stir, a smile on his face. "Hey, baby. You hungry?"

"I could eat," She agreed, settling onto the edge of the bed and sipping again.

"Awesome. I'll run down and get us something, okay?" He grinned, climbing out of the bed to grab his jeans, kissing her forehead as he slid past.

She waited as she heard the truck start, setting her bottle onto the night stand to look for clothing. Another odd sound came from outside. What was that?

A sudden screech of tires.
An ungodly loud crashing of metal up the road.
A giant lump suddenly made its home in Jenny's throat, strangling her as she hastily through on a little dress as a means of covering before running outside.

She didn't even have to see it to know what it was. Derek's truck. Ambulances, fire trucks, all of them, already coming. Someone was fast with their phone. "What happened, what happened?!," She cried to a neighbor that ran past.

"He slammed into a trash truck at the end of the road! No seatbelt- Jenny, I'm so sorry..."

She felt sick. She wanted to run to the car, but the neighbor grabbed her arm, lead her back inside. "You're better off staying in here for now, okay? Just wait here. I'll come back for you." The man smiled, trying to keep her calm as he pushed her back to the couch.

She shuddered. Something to calm her. Needed something to calm her. Something. Anything. Now.

Her new bear, where was her new bear?
Wiping tears away from her eyes, she began to hunt the house for it, trying to recall where the stuffed comfort had been left. "Where. Where did I put it?"

 

[LitShark]

Remy was very nearly discovered as he slipped back into the house, unable to reach the handle, the bolt clicked loudly as he pushed shut the door. Luckily, the girl didn't notice, lost in her own bestial lust, finishing the unfinished job of pleasing herself on the couch. Her voice was like auditory honey as she sighed and moaned, even as he silently crawled under the couch. Somewhere inside the stitching of his torso, Remy could feel a growing bulge as he moved close enough that he could have reached out to grasp the girl's heel if he'd desired.

When she climaxed, Remy smelled her scent in the air. The tang of feminine arousal, it was good to be alive, though it was almost impossible to remember how long ago it was that he'd shuffled off his previous mortal coil. Remy watched as she climbed down, taking her soiled blanket with her. The side-project allowed Remy a chance to scamper on silent, plush feet back into the bedroom.

Unfortunately, the girl wasn't long in setting the blanket aside and Remy had to dive under the bed to avoid being seen as she reentered the bedroom to wake her napping beau. From this vantage, it was easy for Remy to peek past the dangling sheets and see a clear view up the girl's long, athletic legs as she strode past, her soft flower still blooming and kissed by dew.

Remy scrambled out from under the bed, crawling under the dresser as the young lovers conversed over a need for vitals. Climbing up the polished, hardwood surface of the dresser was proving more difficult than Remy had anticipated, with fuzzy, frictionless paws instead of the flesh hands that Remy was accustomed to finding at the ends of his arms. He made a mental note that he'd need to acquire gloves at some point in the future.

After a few minutes of humiliating pawing at the back of the dresser, Remy heard the man leaving, crawling back under the dresser to watch the girl's legs go stepping past. Once he was alone again in the bedroom, Remy arranged himself to affect the position of a toy that merely fell off of the dresser. The sound of screeching tires, shattering glass and crunching metal alerted the bear to how well his plot had worked already.

Juju's power afforded him the grace of good-fortune.

Now, he'd only need to wait, patient, silent and still. Soon enough the girl would seek him out- Juju's will be served. Then he could slowly begin to unfold the truth to her, little by little until she could no longer resist. As an insurance policy, Remy curled a plastic claw around a stray black hair... just in case she proved resistant.

 

[PollySays]

Jenny's eyes were bleary as she finally made her way back to her room, frantically searching for the bear that Derek had given her the day prior. She just needed that comfort for now, something to curl onto the bed with, something to hold and bury her tears into. She could have sworn that she had left him on the dresser, right next to her mirror and-

There. On the floor.
Derek must have knocked him off when he was getting his jeans.
She scooped him up, cradling him against her chest as she dropped onto her bed, sobbing once again as she shook her head. It didn't make any sense. How had that even happened? Derek was such a good driver. His car was his baby. He tuned it up every weekend, even cancelled dates with her to spend more time with that thing. How was it even possible for it to have such a problem?

A knock on the door.
She got back up, carrying the bear with her as she opened it cautiously.
A uniform.
Cop.
Her heart sank, looking up to the man's face.

"Jennifer Ford?"
"Yes, sir?"
The man frowned, glancing back out to the road. "Neighbors say Mister Campbell was in a relationship with you?"

Was.
Oh god.

"Yes sir."
"I'm going to need phone numbers for his next of kin, Miss."
"Is. Is he alright?"
The cop's lips tightened, no words leaving for a moment. "I'll be needing those phone numbers, Miss Ford." his voice cracked as he spoke, his eyes refusing to meet her own.

She tucked the bear further under her arm, going to get her own cell phone from the table. They couldn't tell her anything, could they? She wasn't actual family. They wouldn't tell her a thing. But that look. The hesitance.

Jenny paused for a moment herself, peeking out the kitchen window to see the road further down. The truck. A white sheet.
Spread over.
Something.
In the middle of the road.

Derek.
She returned with her phone, simply handing it to the officer. "Diane is his mother. Kelly is his sister. If you'll forgive me, but I don't really feel like writing those down, just. Just take the whole phone, please."

"I understand, Miss Ford. And. My condolences."

The door was pushed closed as the officer walked away, pulling her bear into her lap as she laid down upon the couch, her eyes closing again as she started to cry.

 

[LitShark]

Remy did his best to stay still, the sound of Jenny's feet shuffling against the carpet loud in his ear. It was difficult to stay still and silent, even after he realized that it was him she was searching for, but his patience was rewarded. The girl picked him up easily, it was still strange to him, being made of so little substance. She clutched him against her firm breasts, a nipple poking faintly through the thin fabric of her dress against his lips.

Then suddenly, just as he was losing the struggle against his own desires, lips pressing together, the girl flopped onto her bed. On top of him. Though he lacked bones or organs, it still caused him discomfort to be suddenly and abruptly crushed flat.

"B-guh!" Remy groaned against Jenny's chest, hopeful that the faint grunt wouldn't be audible over the groan of bed springs.

It wasn't long before a knock at the door spared Remy the prolonged crushing, while he was chagrined at the interruption, he was grateful for the change in position. Under her arm, Remy could see more clearly. He could feel the gentle curve of her lithe, nubile body under his chin, and he could see the officer outside. He managed to prevent a smile from spreading over his stitched lips, knowing full-well what the officer was likely to report.

At last they were alone again, she laid on the couch, with Remy tucked close against her body. Gentle sobs shook the girl's body as a soft, gentle plush paw moved slowly up her inner thigh, lifting the hem of her dress slowly as he spoke to her for the first time.

"Don't cry, mon cherie." Remy whispered softly rolling over and working his way between Jenny's soft, porcelain thighs, feeling that swelling inside him again, this time accompanied by the popping of a thread, then another. "Remy come to make you feel so much better. Let me wipe them tears dry."

The soft, shiny eyes filled with life as he looked up at her from within a plush bear's face. It was only a matter of time before she and him had to reach a congress. No time like the present to determine if she would assist him willingly or... otherwise.

 

[PollySays]

So much, everything. All of it, flooding over her. Confusion and pain, a sense of hopelessness, fear. Alone. Very, very alone.
Abandoned.
That officer wouldn't even tell her.
Wouldn't even say.

A strange feeling met her thigh, Jenny simply twisting slightly to readjust her dress, trying to lose the tickling fabric hem against her skin. "He could have just. Just one word. Acknowledge it. Tell me something. Anything. But. To say it that way." Her voice was lost to her own sobs, her hands coming to cradle her face as she cried again.

A voice.
Deep, yet quiet.

A cell phone?
The television?
She stopped crying, sniffling softly as she looked around in confusion.
"H-Hello?"

Something touching her again. Jenny peered down cautiously, unsure of exactly what she was hearing. Feeling. What on Earth could have.

Her bear.
Her new bear.
Sitting in her lap.

No.

Climbing into her lap.
On it's own.

Trying to. Comfort her.
It was fucking moving.

"Jesus Christ!" Jenny shoved the bear from her lap, pushing herself up onto the arm of the couch and staring at the plush toy. Her heart pounded in her chest, her hand snatching out to find the nearest possible object.

The television remote.
Which she threw at it.

"What in the fuck?!" She stared at the bear, horrified at the way it moved like that. "They never had animatronic ones before!" Still panting from the shock of it, she watched it hesitantly, slowly lowering back onto the couch. "I'm losing it. I must be losing it. A. A hallucination. Or something. Stress. Grief. All fucking with me. That has to. To." She paused, looking over again, watching the moving bear.

"You. Named yourself."
She swallowed.
"How. In the hell. Does a doll. Name itself."
She smiled, laughing a little, shaking her head. "They don't. They don't! It's all. Stress. My head screwing with me. Because of-" She froze again, then leaned over to peer at it.

"I don't even know a Remy."

 

[LitShark]

"Ooof!" Remy heard himself sigh as he was rudely tossed aside, he could still scarcely believe how light his body had become, this tiny waif of a thing could toss him so far, so easily.

The fortunate side of being slight in substance was that falling or colliding with objects caused him very little pain, if any. He quickly climbed to his feet, scowling across the couch as the girl recoiled. Being a reincarnated idol wasn't nearly as empowering as Remy had envisioned when he pledged his soul to that straw doll. It was time for a shift in strategy.

Remy took the hair that he'd gathered earlier, thick and black, and perfectly straight. He slid the hair between his plush lips, using the fuzzy dampness of his tongue to wet the hair and make it stand out. Like a long black needle.

One swift motion of his plush arm sent the hair firing at Jenny like a javelin. The black hair stuck deep into the girl's pale thigh. The moment is landed, it coiled up on itself and burst into a puff of smoke, smelling of burning hair.

"Juju takes your eyes to claim your mind." Remy said in his ancient mystic tongue, spells fell far easier from these plush lips, the tongue of a God. "No more will you see a childish plaything, instead I will resemble-"

What was that fool's name?

"Derek. In me you will see all of his best features, none of his flaws. Though I will still be Remy. The lust and desire you beheld for him, Juju claims it for Remy tenfold. Thou art mine."