Post-Nap Chat
Nessa drowsily tried to turn over, but found herself stopped by large, soft paws. Looking up, she appeared to be sitting in Claire’s lap. Her apron was down, and she appeared to start lowering her dress as the girl began to stir “Hi…” The moment she spoke, she found something large stuffed into her mouth.
As if some kind of primal instinct kicked in, Nessa found herself sleepily suckling away at the teat that had been put in her maw. The warm liquid that flowed forth into her mouth was so breathtakingly delicious that Nessa found herself gulping it down greedily, the bizarreness of this situation now completely escaping her.
It felt as though her head became lighter and fluffier with every drop, and she became aware of the feeling of her tummy bulging as time went on. Her body, too, grew lighter and fluffier. Over time even her limbs started to feel little rounder, a little more soft. Her thoughts themselves seemed to transform into fluffier, lighter, happier sensations. No more anxieties, no more worries, no more fears - just soft, happy, warmth.
This continued once she was moved over to the second breast, but in time she found herself growing more sleepy, and beginning to close her eyes. Nessa found herself struggling to form thoughts and make connections between her different feelings and sensations, and what to do to do stop them. At first it was nice - to have the ever-present anxiety, and stress trying to understand the causes of it, drift away. However, as her head grew denser and denser, she soon began to feel numb.
Once done the feeding, Claire finished off and started to cover her chest back up. Nessa couldn’t understand what was happening, and the numbness began to permeate throughout her body. There was an uneasy emptiness about this, and she felt as though she were looking from the outside in as the large plush lifted Nessa up, put her over her shoulder, and patted her back with a glowing paw.
Nessa, still drowsy and even more confused now, watched her body instinctively squirming and mumbling incoherently, as this happened. Eventually, she spit up a large glowing mass, and her head felt lighter and fluffier once again, and she was suddenly back to feeling peaceful, free from stress, and, most importantly, she was no longer numb.
Once this happened, she felt Claire lift her down and wipe away all the spit, paw glowing as she returned the little rat girl’s maw to it’s pristine condition from before the feeding, then sat her in her lap and wordlessly cuddled her, rubbing her paws all over the girl. In time Nessa found herself closing her eyes, and drifting for a little longer.
As her mind cleared with time, she eventually opened her eyes again, and felt Claire’s loving, warm embrace. “Mmm… hi Claire. How long was I out?” She looked up into the loving eyes of the much bigger, far curvier red panda woman above her, almost not recognizing her.
Smiling down at Nessa, Claire rubbed the girl’s back. “Not too long, dear. Nanny finished more tidying around the house and put your clothes away, and has been sitting here cuddling Nessa while waiting on her to be done her little nappynap!” Claire said, smiling.
Nessa looked up from facing the TV to the large plush grinning excitedly down at her, feeling quite disoriented. Claire seemed far bigger to her than before, and as she lifted a paw to rub her eyes, she felt soft mittens meet her face. “Mittens? That can’t be right…” She quite rightfully thought to herself.
Examining her paw, it was indeed still her paw, but… softer. Fluffier. With stitch lines running down the side… plusher. Plush? Plushy? What? Her paw digits seemed to have fused together, and her now-slightly-bigger paws were a single unit. Wiggling them, she confirmed she still had some degree of dexterity, but quite limited.
“Claire…”? She started, then stopped. Lifting her shirt, she explored her tummy. Belly button replaced by a sewn-on button. Her small chest was a very slightly larger. Much squishier and soft, too. Suddenly alerted, she tugged her leggings and shorts out, looking down the front of them and was distracted by what she saw.
“Is that a…” Her lightly padded underwear from that morning had been replaced by a striped pullup, that poofed out as thick as any diaper the girl had seen before - and she had seen many in her years. Shaking her head, there were more pressing matters at hand. “Am I a plushy now? What did you do?”
“Yes, dear! You are! Nanny did everything Nessa said she could, and she thought this would help make things easier on the girl!” Claire said, turning Nessa around so she could face Claire, then hugging her briefly.
The warmth of the hug calmed the disoriented and confused Nessa, but she was still unsure about the situation. “But…”
“Look, Nessa wanted Claire to be able to carry her up and down the stairs. It takes a lotta energy to make that happen, and a lil something extra, too. This way Nessa gets a little smaller and lighter, being all extra soft and cuddly, and Nanny can use the leftover to make herself better at looking after her! It’ll take years for little Nessa to get back where she started size-wise, on her own, but that just means there’d be more time to enjoy being smaller! Nanny didn’t make her fully plushy, after all! Just… a lot more fluffy!”
Nessa sat there parroting Claire’s words to herself, Claire interjecting to repeat what she had said, slower, to refresh the memory of the girl and give her time to process it.
“Nessa? Claire did this to help you. Now Nessa doesn’t need to worry about going potty either!” With that, Claire lifted Nessa’s now very soft tail and patted her bum. “These will soak up any magical ‘waste’ she has, and if Nanny turns her back they mean she also won’t ever have to lock herself away from Nanny anymore!”
Nessa was stunned, still trying to process the plush thing, then spoke up again after giving herself time to understand Claire’s words. “Wait, ‘waste’? I thought plushies like you wouldn’t have any, if they just turn everything to fluff inside them?”
Rubbing Nessa’s back, Claire pulled her close, gently pushing the girl’s head into her chest. “Well, to start you’re not really a plushy like Claire. See, you’re only partially plush! All your little bits of fluff still “function”... kinda! They’re a lot lighter and softer, but allow Nessa to feel mostly like she did when she was still ‘not plush’!”
“Nessa’s body isn’t used to magic, so magic she can’t store needs to go somewhere. Too much magic can cause all sorts of problems, depending on what, and where, it is - even for someone like Claire!” Claire lessened the pressure on Nessa’s head so the girl could lift it and look up at her. “Claire promises Nessa that she’s safe with her. She can undo it all if Nessa really wants, but…”
Nessa was trying to listen still, she really was, but a nagging feeling she had felt since waking up had been growing more and more distracting. She suddenly realized what it was, and her eyes widened as Claire’s words sunk in. Her body felt different. She could feel it, but not the way she could before. No hunger, no thirst, but no discomfort from the fullness her tummy has any time she isn’t hungry, either. Without focusing too hard she realized she mainly felt at peace. “Wait, I can’t. I don’t feel my… Is that why I feel so… relaxed?”
“Probably not, but maybe! Claire isn’t really super familiar with being not-plush, so doesn’t understand it all just yet. What she does know is that some little girls sensitive to certain sensations will no longer have as much trouble dealing with them, while plush. Does Nessa need Nanny to repeat herself, but a lil slower, again? So she has time to process?”
“That’s…” Nessa said there, focused on her body. There was no faint dampness or sweat. No itchy skin. No rough patches as she rubbed her paws over herself. No nails that are too short, nor too small. No cramps or pain in her muscles. None of the little things she was mostly used to tuning out, as best she can, but would always be at least a little aware of.
What she could feel, however, was the pressure of Claire’s hug. She could feel cool air on the exposed fur under her tail. She could smell Claire’s lovely lavender scent… Even a heartbeat, she could feel. Her own, but Claire’s too. It was faint, but she could feel the pair’s hearts beat, almost in sync. She could still feel.
It felt good. Not numb. Definitely not numb, as she feared once she first noticed her paw. If anything she seemed more sensitive to pressure, and she could still feel that, at least on some level, she was still herself. Just… different. A little more at peace. A little more Nessa.
“You don’t have to repeat yourself. Nor do you need to turn me back right now. I think… I’m willing to see how this goes?” Nessa said. “But, I’m feeling a little concerned about going outside like this…”
“Oh, that won’t be a problem. Claire will come with Nessa, and she won’t need to worry about a thing. Nanny will take care of it all! Speaking of going out, Nanny would love to go grocery shopping so she can make a lovely big dinner, if Nessa is okay with that?”
“This is still quite soon…” Upon seeing a slightly disappointed look on Claire’s face, Nessa shook her head and steeled herself. “I guess we can go out though. Call it a trial run, yeah?” Nessa continued, seeing the smile return to Claire, “But we have to be careful. I really don’t want to risk someone taking you away from me…”
Claire ruffled her hair, and lifted Nessa, standing up. “Claire understands, and will take very good care to make sure nothing like that happens!”
“So, lunch, then you get me ready and we head out? I don’t think these shorts are gonna do a good job of hiding my new underwear, y’see…” Nessa said, as she hugged Claire tight, rubbing her teary-eyed face into her apron. “I did notice the ‘other’ thing you changed, by the way. You’re the greatest that could ever happen to a gal.”
“Lunch? Whatever for, dear? You already ate! Nanny gave you a lovely big meal! Claire doesn’t see what the big deal about hiding Nessa’s special undies is either, but Nanny can oblige you on that.”
With realization dawning upon her that yet another dream was not, Nessa blushed profusely, and struggled to find her words as her loving Nanny brought her up the stairs.