Conclusion & Resolution
Nessa sat on the sofa, legs slightly splayed from the bulk between her legs, controller in her paws. Her long, soft striped socks slipping a little bit down her thighs, resting above her knees, and her striped dress resting in her lap - big plush bow on the front of it positioned perfectly so her bib didn’t cover it up.
Listening to the dialogue, Nessa had taken recent events as an opportunity to get more immersed in games with lots of voicework done, especially seeing as she didn’t seem that much bothered by ‘bad’ dubs, or the kinds of character voice acting that used to rub her the wrong way.
The turn-based combat was just fine for her current skill level, too, allowing her time to plan out her moves. Even the menus were perfectly accessible for her. Little symbols showed clearly what buttons were for ‘Attack’, ‘Defend’, ‘Items’, and ‘Spells’, so she didn’t even need to bother reading them.
Even more, the items having simple text, and quick to read things to look for like ‘MP’ and ‘HP’ made it easy for her to differentiate between effects, and the default targeting system made it effortless to distinguish between what was intended to be used on allies, and was was meant to use on enemies.
That isn’t to say Nessa could no longer enjoy more fast-paced, action-oriented games, anymore, though. She could do just as well as she could before! Muscle memory remained, and so long as she sat in Claire’s lap, she found her focus was there too. Her reaction time wasn’t quite as good as it once was, but she was still more than good enough to keep up with her friends in most games.
Claire, of course, was not there at that exact moment, which is why Nessa had chosen this particular game to play. That was okay, though. Claire had not long ago fed Nessa, giving her an extra feeding today as a treat, so she had a full tummy, and extra dense fluff between her ears. Claire’s silly paws had gone all glowy again just before she left, and Nessa couldn’t quite recall why they did this time, but knew it was a good thing.
After some time of enjoying her game, where Nessa had been completely engrossed in it, she heard Claire walk back into the room. “Hiiiiii Claaaiiiiire!” She excitedly called.
“Hey sweetie, Nanny is back and the laundry is done. Being good still?”
“Yup yup! I just beat the stinkin’ bad guy I was strugglin’ with before! Lookit the cool item I got!” Nessa rambled on about the stuff in the game, going in far greater detail than was needed, and Claire was happy for it. In the first week Claire had grown used to her special little girl being wary of even sharing the simplest details about things she loved, but now she was happy to go off on these little tangents constantly.
Once Nessa was finished, while still standing at the door, Claire spoke up, paws behind her back. “Does Nessa know what day today is?”
“Tuesday?”
“Close, Thursday, but that’s not what Nanny meant. Nanny meant how long it had been since our little deal.”
“Umm…” Nessa sat, setting her controller down and counting on her paws. Recounting a few times before her eyes widened, she found herself grinning. “Two weeks?”
“That’s right! Well, Nanny has been working on a secret project - a surprise for her little girl, preparing for when this day came.”
“Ooh, lemme see! Lemme see!”
“Is that how we ask for things?”
“Please Claire, lemme see?”
“Close enough!” With a chuckle, Claire revealed what she had hidden. Pulling it out from behind her, she revealed a large, striped piece of fur. Bigger than Nessa’s tail, and perfectly matching the pattern of Claire’s. A large sock of sorts, which Claire set down with a thud. “It’s a bit hefty, Nanny made it weighted so it’s nice and comfy. This can go on over Nessa’s tail! Nanny really wanted to dress her up to look like her very own little girl, but she knew she had to wait! What does Nessa think?”
Nessa sat there looking, grin across her face, repeating Claire’s words to herself. After a single round, she smiled. “I know I’m defini… defi… I know I’m happy about it, for real!”
“Claire is so proud of you, so very proud. Now, are you ready?”
“Mhm, I’m ready.”
“Then come on and walk over to Nanny, and it’ll all be over soon.”
Nessa obliged, happily. Hopping down, she felt a tingling the moment her footpaws reached the ground. Pulling her socks up properly to her thigh, she took a step. Feeling quite dizzy she steadied herself, as a faint wobbliness ran through her legs. A second step, and it grew. By the time the third step came, she had began to fall.
It felt surreal. Last time she had been mostly asleep for the change, but this time she was fully aware of what happened. The faint dampness in her diaper she felt was rapidly replaced with a comforting warmth, similar to Claire’s.
The world grew, ever so slightly. She observed, both the visual and tactile sensations of her mittenpaws shortening, rounding out, ending in stubby little plushy paws. The same as well happened with her footpaws, shortening and rounding out, with round little flat bottoms.
Her socks seemed primed to change as well, stitching themselves in place on her thigh, and forming fluffy little faux-booties at the end - with a brand new ribbon tying itself in a bow at the front of each, as well as one at the top of each sock.
Her dress, too, changed. Shortening slightly in length, it began to grow a little thicker towards the hem of it, and on the inside it stitched itself comfortably in place with more magicked threads, one’s Nessa had grown familiar with, but never quite this intimately so.
Her diaper was not one to be left behind, and grew to double it’s size once more, but opted not to stitch itself onto her. It did, however, make sure to push the girls legs further and further apart, and swell down to the point her dress would be useless against it.
Even her bib joined in on the fun, the back of it sewed snugly together, and the popper disappearing entirely. Now snug enough she couldn’t pull it off, but not so much as to prevent discomfort. Little glowing bits of drool had already begun forming at the sides of her new, plusher maw, just ripe for the picking, and were soaked up by the greedy cloth the moment they dared drip down.
She hit the ground with the softest little thud imaginable, and her new padding cushioned the blow. Her soft plushy legs were quite sensitive, but the socks and dress did their jobs of protecting them from the carpet. There she was, sitting on the floor, diaper peeking out from her dress, legs lying in front of her, and her arms held up towards Nanny. Instead of feeling like crying in that moment, like an older version of herself would have, she felt something different.
If she had the kind of pulse she used to, it would have quickened. Most likely to a panic-inducing degree. But now she was free from the whims of biological functions, and was allowed to feel what she wished to feel in this moment, needed to feel in this moment, and her choice was simple. Simple girls like simple things, and this was simply amazing.
Joy. She said it aloud, too. In fact, all her thoughts gradually spilled out, and she rambled on happily at Claire, who would have been in tears with the immense feelings of Joy she also shared with the girl, if it weren’t for her status as the resident magical plushy.
She allowed herself to sit there exploring herself. To feel her new limbs. The strange warmth pulsing through her body. To gently press the new, sensitive fluff that covered her body. To feel the various threads declaring her protective, thick clothing a part of her. To take a long, deep, breath - one which came out of sheer muscle memory, but reassured her nonetheless.
Even the tiniest bits of pressure could be felt by the girl, and she felt more aware of her body than ever. Yet at the same time, she also felt more in control than ever. Like all the little sensations that wore at her throughout the day were now nothing to her. Even bracing herself before putting a paw warily down on the bare carpet, she felt comfortable.
The carpet was by no means comfortable to her beforehand, but now the feeling brought a smile to her face. The sensation of the ragged fibers was no longer like rubbing up against steel wool, and even if it had still been a problem she now knew she could always talk to Nanny. She could talk to Nanny about anything, really. She wanted to hug Nanny, no, she needed to hug Nanny. She needed to show how grateful she was. She said this, too, and started to push herself up off the ground, finding herself to struggle.
Eventually she got up, and took her first unsteady step in her new body. Straight onto her bum again, but that couldn’t stop her. She immediately began working her way to her footpaws again.
“Oh dear, you don’t have to-”
“I want to.” Nessa said.
“I can come to you.”
“I told you to do what you want. Don’t you want me to do the same?”
Proudly smiling, Claire set the large tail cover on the armchair beside her, and knelt down. “Alright, then, come on. Come to Claire, Nessa.”
A couple more unsteady steps, each more successful than the last, and Nessa managed to stumble her way forward - falling straight into Claire’s open arms. The scent of lavender baby powder surrounded her, as the all-too-familiar warmth spread over her body and fully engulfed her. Nessa tugged her arms tight around Claire’s neck, trying to lift herself more, and the large plushy lovingly scooped her up and peppered her with kisses.
“I am so proud of you. You did such a good job, my special little girl. My brave little girl.”
“Well I am so fudging exhows… exhots… umm, I am so fudging tired. I have no clue how you were ever able to walk like this.” Nessa said, burying her head in Claire’s shoulder.
With a laugh, Claire swung around, bringing the girl who she held close to her chest snugly as she did so. “Practice, love. Lots and lots of practice. You’ll get it, with time.”
“Until then, it’s your job to carry me. Deal?”
“Deal.”