Outfit Change
Standing in her bedroom, Nessa focused on the feeling of her new, more rounded, footpaws on the ground. Claire undressed her, pulling the shorts and leggings down in one go, and lifting Nessa out of them.
More focused on the pullup, Claire pulled that down too, allowing Nessa to step out of them this time, lifting it with her paw. Putting her other one over it, having it glow, Claire grinned excitedly as her whole body briefly lit up. “Wonderful, dear, just wonderful!”
“What is?” Nessa asked, standing as tall as she could to try to see.
“Well, love, about that energy Claire mentioned earlier. Food borne from plants can only give so much, but products coming directly from living beings, even when in the form of “waste”, give a lot more,” she said, taking a pause to think when she saw the look of confusion mixed with discomfort on Nessa’s face.
“Well, see, the thing is… hmm… how to word it… Oh! Well, everyone has something like the folks less practiced in magic would call a ‘soul’! Every last fluffy and furry bit that’s a part of you is shaped by it, and is tuned into it. Like channels on an older TV! When turned to energy it’s still tuned to your ‘soul’, for a little bit.”
Nessa repeated Claire’s words, as she walked to her taller drawer unit. Stretching up as much as her legs would let her, she tried to peer into her underwear drawer to pick something out. She didn’t have much luck looking, so just reached in and grabbed up something in her paw. A little shocked to see another pullup come from her drawer, Nessa felt it over in her soft, mittenlike paws, still muttering.
“Nessa is a cute little rat, and cute little rats have a very different frequency from a plushy like Claire.” Dropping the pullup into the laundry basket, Claire moved to the wardrobe and started rifling through it. “Nanny basically gave Nessa a bit of her own ‘soul’ to help make Nessa more comfortably turn plush, and in exchange took some of Nessa’s to help make her less of one! This also means that Nessa’s excess energy is already tuned to work well with, and be absorbed by. Nanny, as she has a little bit of Nessa inside of her. It should be working the other way too, now!”
“Iunno if I do know what you mean. So, now I’m kinda… part you? And you’re part me?” Nessa looked at her paws, then rubbed them against her face. “I guess that explains a bit. I still don’t see what was so ‘wonderful’, though.”
“Nanny already put Nessa in pullups, knowing she’d need them. She was right! Once Nessa was plushy, Nanny also figured she could use them to collect Nessa’s excess magic, and taught her body to ‘store’ it there. Should help a little if the girl gets too much!”
As she heard a faint crinkle, it started to dawn on her that these were, in fact, not just for looks. The inside also was a particularly soft towelling fabric, the kind Nessa was well aware to be known for it’s absorbency. Looking at the laundry basket, she dreaded checking inside. “So, uh… hold on… ‘knowing’ I’d ‘need’ them? Are you saying I had an accident?” Nessa squeaked.
“Oh, yes dear! Well, not quite an accident, as this is what Nanny was hoping to happen, but… well, yes, you did!” Claire said, shutting the closet as she finally had settled on a suitable pair of shortalls, and a pair of plusher thermal leggings.
“What- How- Why- I…” Nessa stammered, still struggling to comprehend the logistics of such a thing, especially after becoming a plush. She also considered the possibility that something happened before she had turned, and that only caused her to become even more flustered.
“Nessa was only a little damp, most of it was magic from her lunch, and leftover from Nanny changing her! If Nanny didn’t do this, then Nessa’s excess would gradually turn to fluff, then would get all super duper dense and packed in tight. For a pure plush like Claire that’s mostly fine… she could just make herself bigger, or spend it somehow! For Nessa it would do a buncha bad things. That’s Claire made it so Nessa automatically, well, ‘got rid of it’ without her having to even think about it, the way Nessa’s body was already used to doing!”
“Isn’t there a better way to get rid of it than… well, into a pullup?”
“Maybe! Claire doesn’t want to use another way, though. She wants to keep Nessa in these. Nessa would need those either way, eventually - Claire would make sure of it.”
Nessa just gave her a blank stare, rambling off what Claire said as the large woman dressed her. Soon, she found herself in her loving embrace once more. Surrounded by the warmth of her body, the strong scent of lavender baby powder, and being carried down the stairs, Nessa’s mind managed to reset itself enough to speak again. “Hey, Claire?”
“Yes, dear?” Claire said, carrying the girl to the front door on her hip.
“This is all kinda weird.”
“I suppose it is, dear.” Claire said, the two giggling a little at the oddness of their situation as they went out, the calming warmth from one another’s bodies keeping the cool afternoon breeze at bay.