Hullo, Friends! So this story is what you might call...non-canon. It's based on a fun little discussion/roleplay I had with a friend, and I thought I'd write it up, because I don't see a lot of stories with these themes. I'm saying upfront that if things like plushies, transformation, and dubious at best consent aren't your thing, maybe skip this one. Hee! 

The little bear panted as the tall, bearish red panda gripped his hips a bit tighter. That thick wah cock slammed home over and over, his big, heavy balls bouncing off the bear's much smaller ones, his lap making a soft *paf* of sound every time it hit the little cub's bottom. “You're so tight,” the panda groaned, sending shivers up an down the boy's spine. “Feels so good.”

“Th-thank you, sir,” the boy whimpered. 

The wah leaned over him, rubbing his belly, putting his muzzle close to the boy's ear. “I wish I could keep you forever...do this with you any time I wanted. Breed that hot little ass day and night.”

“Ohhhh...I do too, sir!” the cub said through panting breaths. 

The wah smiled, feeling more confident than ever of his plan. “Oh yeah? How much do you wish it?” As he asked, he changed his angle to grind down over the boy's immature prostate more.

“Ahh!! So much! I wish it so bad, sir!!!” The bearcub's legs were getting shaky. He wondered if he was about to cum hands free, but then the wah pulled out, suddenly, turned him around, and brought the boy eye to eye with that thick cock. Realizing what was happening, the boy shut his eyes tightly, opened his muzzle, and extended his tongue. The wah grinned, pumping his cock fast, let out a deep groan, and, moments later, began firing gooey ropes of seed over the boy's face, leaving him looking glazed and dazed.

The young bear whimpered...he'd been so close, and his frustrated orgasm was now retreating, but his mind was awhirl and horny as ever. He tried to lick at the panda's cock, but the much bigger and older male took it away from him. When the wah's orgasm was nearly through, he leaned in and squeezed his cock, letting a single dollop of seed land on the boy's eager tongue. The boy lapped it up like honey, and the wah stroked his head. “There's my good teddy.” The pet name caused the little bear to blush as always.

“Thanks, sir,” he said, eyes tentatively opening. Seeing his vision clear of thick strands, he opened his eyes the rest of the way, smiling up at his friend. The two were soon snuggled up, side by side, embracing one another. “I love when you call me that,” the little bear sighed. “I love being your teddy.”

“I love it too,” the panda said with a devious smile. “If you could really be a toy bear for me, that would be so nice.”

“It would!” the little bear agreed. For some time now, the big red panda had been calling him a teddy bear, sometimes using leather bonds to muzzle him and make him helpless, telling him he was just a toy. It made the bearcub shiver and shudder in nervous pleasure.

“Here...got you your favorite honey soda. Hope you don't mind that it's opened, but I wanted to taste it for myself. Damn that stuff's sugary!” He handed the little bear a clear glass bottle of amber soda.

“Now you know how I stay so sweet,” the bearcub giggled. He opened the bottle and took several long chugs. He noticed a slightly...off taste to it...but the sweetness quickly washed it away. As he was beginning to lower it, the wah's hand steadied the bottle, keeping it in place. Surprised, the bear found himself drinking more than he intended. He blinked in surprise, but he kept drinking, feeling the coolness of it running down his throat, the bubbly stuff making his tummy feel a bit fuller. He found he was being made to drink it all.

“Every drop now, little teddy,” the panda murmured in his ear. “Be a good boy and drink every drop.”

Was this some new game? Did the wah want to feed him or make him drink? Well, if it was stuff he liked as much as the soda, he didn't mind. When the bottle was empty, he noticed a droplet lingering, and smiled, licking it from the bottle's tip. He felt strangely flushed, and he giggled up at his panda friend. “What was that about?”

“Hey, that stuff isn't cheap. I wanted you to drink it all down. Make it worth it.” He rubbed the bearcub's belly. “Mmmm...nice and soft. Your fur is so soft, too. If you were my teddy, I'd cuddle you every night, and bury my cock under your tail.”

“Mmmm...” The little bear's eyes half-closed. His head felt a bit funny...maybe some variation on an ice cream headache? But it didn't hurt...his head just felt a little spinney.  “Mmm...your teddy bear.”

“That's right...you wish you were my teddy bear for real, don't you?” The wah rubbed over his body. Oh, it felt so good. The little bear stretched out, languidly, feeling tired and comfortable. The panda was laying on his back, and he lifted the boy up, laying him out on his back atop the wash belly. He pushed his half hard cock back into his tailhole, making the boy groan. “My teddy bear forever?”

“Your teddy,” the cub agreed, a lazy feeling washing over him. He felt so heavy...like he could hardly move. He was aware of the cuddling, but he just didn't feel motivated to do anything...he was enjoying just holding still...being touched, stroked, and petted. 

“Do you wish you were my teddy for real?” the voice in his ear coaxed and teased. “Go on...say it.”

The bear giggled. His wah friend was so silly. Slowly he agreed, “I wish I was your teddy bear...for real.”

As soon as he said it, he heard the wah mmmmm, softly. “Good bear. Good toy bear. That's what we needed.” He felt his friend's big hand rubbing his belly in circles, and that made him feel lazier than ever. He looked up, eyes opening a little, and saw the wah grinning, looking smug and pleased, his eyes darting over the young bear's form, excitedly.

The bear blinked and tried to open his mouth to say something...but his mouth wouldn't open. He made a few muffled, confused noises, and lifted his hands to feel his face. His muzzle seemed to be all of one piece, although he felt the line of his muzzle. He felt confused, and it must've shown on his face, because the wah smiled down at him. “Easy, teddy. It's all going to be okay. You wanna see?” The panda reached over to the bedside table, picked up his cel phone, and held it, reversing the image.

The bear was startled to see a goofy, stitched-on smile on his face, and a plastic nose where his real nose ought to be. He raised his hands to feel at his face again, a slight amount of panic in his eyes. The wah, however, looked increasingly pleased with himself. “Oh, yes...do you know how expensive it was to find a wishing potion? And then all the hassle of finding out that the wish couldn't affect someone else...only the person who drank it? So then, I had to go through the trouble of finding your soda, figuring out how much would cover the potion's taste...really, it was a lot of work. But I think you'll be worth it.” He grinned a bit wickedly. “Teddy.”

Teddy was alarmed. Wait...no...that's not my name! he thought to himself. My name is... But no answer came. Teddy was the only name he could remember himself with. He watched in shock as his toes began to stitch together, becoming more the illusion of a foot than an actual one. Alarmed, he spread his fingers as far apart as he could, but it was no use...they slowly came together, stitches tugging them into place. It didn't hurt, but it was terrifying to watch.

As he began to try and sit up, the wah gently pushed him back down, then stroked tenderly between his legs. Teddy shuddered, but it felt so good...it disturbed him a bit that he didn't feel the wah stroking his own small cock and balls...he seemed to only have a genderless, flat groin now, but his friend rubbing him there felt as good, if not better, than stroking his own cock ever had. He found himself reluctantly laying back.

The wah leaned down and kissed his forehead. “It's okay, Teddy...I'll take good care of you. I've known I had to have you from the moment I set eyes on you, but I had to wait until I found just the right way to make you mine.” He nuzzled the soft, artificial fluff of Teddy's cheek. “Now you will truly and completely belong to me.” 

Something snug was suddenly around Teddy's neck, and he stared at the phone, seeing a snug vinyl collar with a plastic tag on it that said, simply, “Toy.” He could see the color of his fur changing from its rich chocolate brown to a lightly, golden, honey color. With his face simplifying, he looked less and less like himself. No one would likely recognize him now. Even if there were a way to return him to his normal form, no one would know this was him! He felt alarm, and he panted through his plastic nose.

Slowly, however, his panic began to recede...glassy eyes settled into a mild half-lidded look, and his chest slowly ceased to rise and fall as it became filled with fluff rather than lungs. He managed one last little noise, and then he was silent. His heartbeat slowed and then stopped. He felt paralyzed, a heavy, thick feeling settling over all his limbs as he lay there, arms by his sides, legs slightly spread. He could feel the warmth of the red panda's bulky body beneath him. Was that all he'd be able to feel?

The question was answered as he suddenly felt the cock still buried in his tailhole pull back and then thrust in hard. Oh, wow...that felt amazing! It appeared that he could still feel his owner...wait...owner? That panic rose up again, and he fought, trying to resist these thoughts that were threatening to drown who had been for good.

“It's no good, Teddy,” the wah murmured in his ear, drawing out to the tip and thrusting fully in again. “I'm sure you're fighting in there, but your fate was sealed the moment you made that wish. You're going to be my Teddy...forever.”

No, no, no! That wasn't possible! The boy struggled internally, but the cel phone showed him a placid, docile little face, set in a smile that looked slightly stoned...or maybe just awash in intense pleasure. And as the wah rocked, he couldn't help but realize how good this all felt. To have his owner...ugh...no...his...his owner inside him...that feeling was wonderful. He felt so complete, like this was what he'd been waiting for since he was made...made? No, born! Since he was...no...since...he...mmmph...since he was made. He was made for this. This was why someone had sewn him and stuffed him with so much care. It was to please his future owner. And now, here he was pleasing that owner. Feeling the squeezes of his arms...the nuzzling to his soft neck...the cock burrowing through his velvety insides. It was heaven!

Teddy began to smile internally, too, as pleasure like he'd never imagined slowly drowned out any doubts or fears. He was faintly aware of a small, soft voice in his head, trying to insist this wasn't right...but it felt so right...and that voice was getting softer and duller and more far away...his head was feeling fluffy and stuffy, and he giggled, mentally, imagining that his head was finally filling up with the same fluff throughout his body. That was good.

He was rolled to his belly, and Master slide on top, thrusting wonderfully. He hoped Master was loving the soft, cushiony feel of his bottom...the snug velvet hole beneath his tail...the warm, cozy smallness of his whole body, covered in thick pile fluff. All in all, he hoped he was pleasing his Master...it was what he was meant for...why he had been made.

As if to answer him, he heard his Master grunting in his ear. “Good boy, Teddy. According to the instructions I got, when I breed you, it locks the spell for good, leaving you nothing but a toy forever.” Teddy didn't understand what that meant, but he could hear the nagging little mosquito voice in his head screaming. That bothered him; he hoped it would go away.

Master groaned, and Teddy suddenly felt three things at once. A fiery flood rushed through his body as his body rapidly absorbed the load of cum that his Master was filling him with. That triggered the second thing he felt...an intense wave of pleasure that ran through him, putting any kind of orgasm he could imagine to shame. The third thing he felt was like a bubble popping as the last of his previous gray matter turned to fluff, and the little screaming gnat of a voice was silenced. He felt utterly happy and at peace. 

The wah looked down at his handiwork, smiling smugly. He had wanted the bearboy for his own, and now he had him. The cute little teddy bear lay there, splayed out on his belly, smiling ahead at nothing, completely still. “All mine,” he said, stroking the soft back. He pulled out of that hole, then sat the former boy up against his pillows. “Master has to go get some food now, but, when he gets back, it'll be time for the first of a million loads you'll take from me, Teddy.” He blinked, noticing a flash of white at the plushie's hip. A tag. He looked at it, chuckling at the washing instructions. There were also instructions on how to change him back, but he didn't feel a need to preserve those. Instead, he took a permanent marker and wrote his name over it, obscuring that text forever, and cementing his claim.

As the wah left the room. Teddy felt his body still tingling from the mind-blowing pleasure. He slowly dozed off, dreaming of when his Master would return, and the pleasure he would give. After all, it was what he was made for.