Kink Spin: Plushed and Stuffed

By Phantasmagore

Disclaimer: This is purely a work of adult fantasy involving fictional characters. The author does not condone any of the illegal or immoral actions portrayed within.

Sammy panted heavily as he slammed open the front door to his home. Despite the cool afternoon air, the 13-year-old fox felt like he was boiling alive. His hormones were flaring up fiercely, and he needed relief.

He was an early bloomer, having first felt the effects of puberty around the age of 9. Rather than settling down and getting easier to control as time went on, however, Sammy found that they only got stronger. Most of the time, he couldn’t even make it through a full school day without sneaking into the restroom to masturbate at least once.

Today, though, he couldn’t do that. A series of tests, strict teachers who were sick of him asking to go to the bathroom every class, and unfortunate timings meant that Sammy never had any time alone to take care of the erection constantly threatening to tent his shorts.

By the time he finally got home, Sammy barely made it inside before he was yanking down his pants. Both his parents worked during the day, so he had the whole house to himself.

The boy’s parents would probably be horrified if they knew how many of the surfaces of their picturesque home had been stained by their son’s seed. Nowhere was safe from his rampaging hormones.

As he hurried into the comfort of his bedroom, the now-naked cub looked around to pick his target. He knew from experience how nice his pillow felt against his member, but last time he’d used it to get off, he had to put up with the smell of his own cum all night. He didn’t want a repeat of that.

Just as he was thinking he would have to simply jerk off the old-fashioned way, his eyes fell on Tibbles. Tibbles was a plush, pink rabbit, sitting innocently in the corner of Sammy’s room. He had been Sammy’s favorite stuffed animal as a child, but as the years went by, the relentless teasing from other boys convinced him that he was too old to keep carrying the bunny around. Besides, the plushie was starting to fall apart, with a few holes and tears dotting his soft form, bits of white stuffing squeezing out through the openings. One such rip was occupying Sammy’s thoughts in that moment.

The boy crossed the room and picked up the stuffed rabbit. Tibbles looked back at him with blue button eyes, his permanent smile offering no judgement or complaint as Sammy turned him around to look at the sizeable hole in his backside. Usually, he would think nothing of it, but in his current horny state, Sammy’s dick somehow managed to get even harder at the sight.

Sammy climbed onto his bed with Tibbles in hand, placing the bunny down beneath him and positioning his tip right at the opening. Without another moment’s hesitation, he thrusted forward.

The feeling of soft stuffing surrounding his 4-incher had the young boy groaning in delight. He began humping with reckless abandon, the entire bed rocking back and forth in time with his thrusts. Poor Tibbles was unable to resist, that once-innocent tear being turned into the horny boy’s fleshlight.

There was no way Sammy would last long with how desperate he was for release. Even with just a few thrusts, his cock was gushing precum into the toy bunny. It slickened the stuffing inside, only adding to the pleasant tingles radiating from his groin.

“Ha… ha… So soft…,” he panted. When he held Tibbles just tightly enough, it felt like the plush was clenching around his shaft. If he closed his eyes, he could imagine that he was fucking a person instead of a toy.

His mind went to one of his go-to fantasies. His algebra teacher, Mrs. Millard, was a zebra with a no-nonsense attitude and the largest pair of breasts he’d ever seen. He couldn’t count the number of times he’d jerked off to thoughts of her in the past. He pictured her on her back beneath him, her big tits bouncing in time with every thrust. Her warm and wet pussy leaked all over him as his crotch pounded against hers again and again.

Her imaginary moans rang out in his mind, loud and ecstatic. “Yes… Sammy… Yes… More…”

His thrusts got faster and more erratic, almost losing his grip on Tibbles and ruining the moment as he pictured Mrs. Millard rubbing her breasts together to encourage his approaching climax.

Finally, he pushed all the way in with a grunt, his limbs trembling as his orgasm took hold. Ropes of his pubescent cum shot straight into Tibbles’s stuffy insides. The soft, warm feelings all around Sammy’s stiffy pushed him further, and the hole ripped open larger as he put all of his strength behind his hips. It was absolute bliss.

By the time he started to wind down, he had given Tibbles a hefty white filling. The hole was wide open, oozing a few drops of his pearly seed. Inside, the plushie’s stuffing had been pressed into a penis-shaped tunnel. As he watched his cum drip out and make a trail down the surface of Tibbles’s fabric exterior, though, Sammy realized that he was still hard. With a grin, he pushed himself back inside.

…………..

It took a good hour or two, but Sammy’s hormones were eventually sated by his long series of orgasms. He let out a deep breath, leaning back and soaking in the afterglow. He had used just about every object and surface in the house for release before, but he never would have guessed that Tibbles would turn out to be one of the best.

After all the abuse it had taken, the plushie was a mess. It was barely even recognizable as Sammy’s childhood companion, its rear hole torn wide open and packed with soaked stuffing. Several of its other tears had received a similar treatment as Sammy decided to experiment with them all. It almost bulged with the extra filling Sammy gave it.

The young fox wiped off his slick penis on the bunny’s head. Despite being an inanimate object, Tibbles somehow managed to look betrayed as Sammy’s mess stained its face.

Rather than feeling guilty or ashamed, though, the hornball cub found himself grinning as a new idea floated through his head. 

Why not show the company that made Tibbles just how much fun he had with their toy?

It took a bit of internet sleuthing to figure out exactly which brand of plush doll Tibbles was, but Sammy was eventually able to find the manufacturer, a corporation called Stubluc, along with their address. The next day, he sealed the rabbit inside a cardboard box, and, with his oblivious mother’s help, he shipped it off to the company.

In his mind, it was just a funny joke. He imagined a bunch of stuffy old businesspeople opening up his little “present” to find a cum-soaked plushie, clutching at their pearls in horror at the sight, and he couldn’t help but grin.

He had no idea what he had just done.

…………..

A couple of weeks passed, and Sammy largely forgot about his prank. Everything was business as usual: wake up, go to school, masturbate every moment he could to keep his hormones in check, rinse and repeat.

That was, until the day he arrived home from school to find a package on the doorstep. It was a plain, black box with no markings or labels to hint at its contents. As he got closer, Sammy found a folded note with his name on it taped to the top. There was no return address, or even his own address as the shipping address. It was just his name.

Curious, he picked up the box and carried it to his room. He knelt on the carpeted floor and gingerly placed the package in front of himself. Peeling off the tape and unfolding the note, he found a short message on the inside.

Dear Sammy,

We received your package. We hope that our gift in return will show you how much we appreciate your enjoyment of our products.

Sincerely,
Stubluc Toys

At first, Sammy’s stomach dropped as he read. He didn’t think he would get any sort of response from the company after his stunt. He thought they’d receive the cummy plushie, throw it out, and forget about it. Getting a package back was suddenly making the whole thing way too real for the young fox.

As he reread the note, though, his nerves gave way to curiosity. The message didn’t seem angry or even really acknowledge what he’d done beyond sending a package. The promise of a “gift” was also piquing his interest. What could they have sent in response to his joke?

The box wasn’t taped shut. It just had a simple lid on the top, which Sammy slowly pulled up on one side to peek at the contents. Inside, he found a stuffed animal, around the same size as Tibbles. This one, however, was a fox. It had bright orange fur, kind of like Sammy. In fact, a lot like Sammy. The buttons that made up its eyes were a dark green, much like Sammy’s forest-green irises. Its blue-and-white-striped shirt was eerily similar to the shirt Sammy was wearing. Unlike Sammy, though, the doll didn’t seem to be wearing any pants. Its orange leg fur was fully exposed to the light as well as a yellow sticker of a winking face that covered its crotch.

“What the…?” he muttered as he fully pulled off the lid. That was his mistake. The moment the lid was free from the box, there was a quiet beep, and a cloud of purple gas was expelled from a hidden compartment. Sammy got a face full of it. The harsh, acidic fumes burned his nostrils on their way toward his lungs, and Sammy reeled back on instinct. Unfortunately, it was already too late.

A strange weight descended over Sammy’s head, as if his skull were filling up with molasses. He backed away from the box, but his limbs were getting unsteady, and he wound up falling to the floor. His hand fell on the box, knocking it down onto its side and sending the fox toy tumbling out. Its button eyes stared at him coldly as darkness began to creep at the edges of his vision. Its sewn smile seemed to mock him now. His eyelids drooped, his body went numb, and the hum of the house’s air conditioning was suddenly distant and quiet. As Sammy faded away into unconsciousness, the last thing he saw was a pair of black boots stepping into his field of view.

…………..

When Sammy finally came to, everything was dark. It took a while for him to even realize that he was awake. He tried to reach up to rub his eyes, but his arm didn’t move. He could feel it just fine, but something was holding it firmly in place. He wriggled his whole body, only to find that every inch of him was immobilized in the same way. Something was pressing tightly against him from every direction. His limbs were forcibly splayed out, surrounded by the soft but unyielding material.

‘Wha-… what’s going on?’

He tried to call out for someone, anyone to help him, and that’s when he discovered that there was something blocking his mouth. It was hard and round, and it kept his jaw locked around it. With it in place, nothing more than a confused whimper was able to escape from Sammy’s throat, and even that was so muffled by the lining of his prison that he doubted any noise was actually escaping from whatever was holding him.

With nothing else to do, Sammy waited. In the dark silence, helplessly restrained, he waited for anything to happen and shed some light on his situation. He did his best to ignore how warm it was starting to get, with whatever was surrounding him trapping in his body heat until he began to sweat. As the sweat started to soak into his surroundings, the material cooled down in response, providing a welcome relief to the uncomfortable heat. At least it seemed to be designed to protect him from overheating.

Feeling the material reacting all around his body, Sammy realized something else for the first time. He could feel it all over his body. Everywhere.

‘Wait! Where are my clothes?!’

Sure enough, there was not a scrap of clothing between his fur and his prison. Sammy felt an unseen blush rising in his face at the thought, and to his embarrassment, his penis began to stiffen between his legs as his hormones reacted.

There was a weird feeling down there, like some sort of plastic encasement around his shaft. As he reached his full four inches, he could feel it pressing around his cubhood gently. He had no idea what it was, but it wasn’t doing anything yet, so he decided to ignore it for now and try to figure out how to get out of this.

That was when there was a bright flash just in front of his eyes. A screen blinked to life, the light blinding him for a few seconds as his vision adjusted. When he was finally able to open them again, he was greeted by the face of an adult male lion, his white lab coat and golden mane taking up the entirety of the screen. The grownup pushed a pair of glasses up as he examined Sammy closely.

“Hello?” the lion said. “You awake yet, little man?”

Sammy tried to reply, but his cries for help were silenced by the plastic ball in his mouth.

The lion looked down at a screen, tapping at it for a few moments before speaking, “Looks like you’re up. Good. Chester, right?” He looked down again. “No, wait, Chester’s a few rooms down. You’re Sammy, aren’t you? Well, not like it really matters that much.”

Sammy was hopelessly confused, struggling futilely to move or say anything. This strange man seemed to be talking to himself, even while addressing Sammy, as if Sammy weren’t really there.

“Now, I’m sure you have lots of questions, but frankly, I think you’ll figure out the answers to the important ones on your own. You must be a smart kid, right? Certainly a little smartass, sending us your jizzed-in plushie like that.”

Sammy’s heart stopped for a second. ‘Is that why this is happening? Did I screw up?’

“You should treat your toys with more respect,” the lion said, shaking his head disapprovingly. “Can you imagine how that poor bunny must’ve felt when you used him like a sex toy? Well, I guess you won’t have to imagine it for very long.”

The lion stepped to the side, revealing a mirror wall behind him. Instead of a 13-year-old fox, Sammy was greeted with the sight of a giant brown teddy bear staring back at him. Its eyes were just a pair of blank, black discs with a small camera lens between them. Its smile was wide and friendly, contrasting wildly with the panic of the cub trapped inside. The positioning of its arms and legs corresponded perfectly to where Sammy’s own limbs were stuck, and if there were any doubt left about what he was looking at, when the lion stepped forward and patted the teddy bear on the head, Sammy was able to faintly feel it, the vibrations carrying through the stuffing surrounding him.

“Nice and secure,” the lion commented with a grin. “Since you clearly love our products so much, it only makes sense that you should become one, don’t you think? You’re a lucky one, too. Top of the line. All sorts of features and enhancements that older models never had. Your new owner paid a lot of money for you.”

His tablet beeped. He glanced down and tapped at it before saying, “Oh, speak of the devil. Looks like he’s ready to pick you up. I’d better hurry up, then.”

He reached into a pocket and pulled out a bag of pink liquid. It had a thin tube dangling from one end, which the lion secured to a small hole in the teddy bear’s mouth. There was a quiet whirring sound from just in front of Sammy’s trapped muzzle, and then the lion let go of the tube.

“A perfect seal!” the lion said. “Well, I’ll just let you enjoy your nutrients, kiddo.” He reached out and pressed on the teddy bear’s nose, and then everything went black as the screen turned off.

Sammy was left waiting in the dark until liquid started pouring through a hole in his gag. Thick and viscous, like some sort of syrup, but tasting faintly of strawberries, it coated his tongue and the roof of his mouth. Despite the horror and confusion of his current circumstance, it actually tasted kind of nice, and as Sammy realized how thirsty he was, he swallowed. He was hesitant at first, but after nothing bad happened, he started to gulp it down eagerly. It was about the only comfort he could find in all of this, so he took it.

All too soon, it was over, leaving him to try to lick up the remains of the meal inside his mouth. He could feel himself getting drowsy again. This time, though, there wasn’t much point in fighting it, so Sammy just shut his eyes and let sleep take him.

…………..

Sammy was woken up by blinding light as the screen turned on again. This time, he seemed to be in a bedroom. All he could see was a large bed against a wall, covered in a wrinkled and messy maroon blanket. The wall was a plain off-white color, although streaking stains marred its surface. There were around ten photos secured to the wall with thumbtacks. At first glance, they looked like the kinds of photos a proud parent would keep of their children, but the cubs in the photos were all different species, so it was unlikely that they were all the same person’s kids.

Sammy had barely more than a few seconds to take this all in before a face popped into view from the side. He looked a lot like a raccoon with brown fur, a darker shade surrounding his eyes like a mask. Sammy remembered having a classmate who looked a bit like that in kindergarten. He called himself a tanuki. This one was an adult, though, maybe in his mid-twenties. The smile on his face was unsettling, especially thanks to the mischievous glint in his eye as he stared into the teddy bear’s camera.

“Well, hello, Mr. Bear!” he exclaimed. His high-pitched voice was piercing as he practically screamed at the trapped cub. “I’m so happy you came to join me! We’re gonna have so much fun together.”

He stepped into view, allowing Sammy to see his whole body. The tanuki was naked, a slightly chubby belly on full display beneath his matted and dull fur. His ringed tail swayed erratically behind him, betraying a crazed energy that he was hiding behind his grin. He spread his legs, giving Sammy a clear view of his throbbing erection and the shockingly massive sack beneath. The penis itself was maybe five or six inches, humanoid and uncut, but those balls… they were swollen beyond belief. Each one had to be the size of a cantaloupe. They swelled and receded, twitching endlessly between his legs.

“It’s been almost a day since I last drained my balls,” the tanuki said, “so they’re real full. I bet you can help me though, can’t you, Mr. Bear?”

‘No!!!’

Of course, sealed inside his plush prison, Sammy had no way of communicating this, and the tanuki probably wouldn’t care even if he could.

The tanuki grabbed the teddy bear’s head and pressed it into his groin. The sight of his cock and balls filled Sammy’s vision. Even worse, since he was probably getting his air through holes in the teddy bear’s nose, the smell of the tanuki’s musk quickly flooded his nostrils, concentrated and ripe. He would’ve been coughing and struggling if he could, but all he could do was unwillingly huff the powerful odor of the man’s cock.

He was left to stew in that musk for a few minutes as the tanuki started humping against the bear’s head. The only thing Sammy could see was the man’s throbbing shaft and ecstatic face. The tanuki’s lustful moans filled his ears. Sammy really was just an object to him. The realization killed whatever little spark of hope Sammy had left. As far as the tanuki was concerned, Sammy wasn’t a real person. He was nothing more than a toy.

That thought was front and center in his mind when the tanuki backed up, a fat glob of precum dripping from his piss slit onto the teddy bear’s nose.

“Uh oh!” he said in a sickly-sweet voice. “I made a lil mess on you, Mr. Bear. Let me clean that up.”

He rubbed at the nose with his hand, pushing the button in the process and plunging Sammy back into total darkness. Now blind, the fox cub was left sitting and waiting for whatever would happen next, his only hints of the outside world being the lingering odor of male musk, the occasional poke or prod, and the tanuki’s cooing voice.

The grownup’s hands roamed down the length of his body, hard enough to let him feel it inside the giant plush. From his head, down past his chest and back, until finally reaching his crotch and rear, he was fondled all over. He could do nothing but sit there and accept the groping.

The sound of a zipper carried loudly from behind, and then, for the first time since he was kidnapped, fresh air brushed against Sammy’s skin. Unfortunately, he only felt it on the skin around his anus. The tanuki had opened a seam that gave him free access to the cub’s virgin hole.

The boy futilely tried to squirm as he felt fingers circle his rim. There was no way to stop the man, though, and he only got a brief respite when they pulled away, only to be replaced by something larger and coated in a slick fluid.

“You don’t need any prep, do you?” the voice said gleefully. “Mr. Bear is always ready for some fun. Aren’t you?”

Sammy tried to get his pleas through the ball gag and stuffing, but if any sound made it out, the tanuki didn’t acknowledge it.

“I’ll take that as a yes!”

With that, the tip of what Sammy could easily guess was the tanuki’s cock started to push. Hard. Sammy’s body did its best to resist, but he could only put up so much of a fight. His cries went unheard as his entrance gave way, and the head of the tanuki’s penis forced its way into him.

Sammy prepared for unimaginable pain. He braced himself for a feeling like a metal spike being shoved into his unprepared tailhole. Weirdly, though, it didn’t hurt as much as he expected. It stung for a few moments as his sphincter stretched to accommodate the sudden entry, but then the pain quickly faded.

He remembered the lion talking to him back when he first woke up. The large cat mentioned something about “enhancements.”

‘What did they do to me?’

Whatever it was, it seemed to be protecting his hole as the tanuki pressed further inside him. By the time the adult’s furry groin met Sammy’s rear, it didn’t hurt at all. As the thick shaft slipped out of him, Sammy felt something else instead. It was like a faint tingle, originating from his butt. When only the tip of the tanuki’s penis was left inside him, the feeling receded with it.

Sammy felt a twinge of something, almost like disappointment, as that sensation faded. He didn’t understand.

‘Why…’

He was given no time to prepare before the next thrust. He felt the tanuki’s oversized balls hit him through the bear’s padded rump this time. He remembered how full they looked and shuddered, but this time, it wasn’t entirely out of revulsion. The feeling of that cock jamming itself back into his guts was triggering something. Despite his misgivings, sparks of pleasure started to tease Sammy.

A new rush of hormones hit him as the tanuki’s cock prodded a particular spot in his ass. He let out a muffled squeak in spite of himself.

‘What was that?’

The tanuki hit it again, his thrusts getting faster and harder each time. Sammy’s face felt hot as he realized his own penis was almost painfully hard, straining against its confines.

The pleasure was rising with every blow to that special spot inside him, spreading throughout his entire asshole and up his spine to his brain. He had never felt anything like this before. All those times he had masturbated, humping whatever he could think of to relieve himself, never came anywhere close to this.

‘No… I don’t like this!’

He started clenching around the tanuki’s shaft, instinctively doing his best to feel as much of it as possible.

‘I don’t want this!’

The tanuki’s balls were slapping against him so hard by this point, he could hear a loud plap ring out each time, even from inside the teddy bear. It almost felt like he was getting spanked with every thrust.

‘I…’

A wet warmth collected around his throbbing stiffy as it leaked precum. With nowhere else to go, it was just coating itself.

‘I’m going to…’

“Fuck! Here it comes, bitch!” the tanuki’s grunted, dropping his teasingly sweet affect as he rushed toward the edge.

The grownup thrust a few more times, the hardest yet, before slamming home inside Sammy’s ass. The next thing Sammy knew, a new warmth flooded his innards. The tanuki’s hot cum shot deep inside him, quickly running out of room inside his rectum and forcing its way up into his intestines. It painted his guts white, and it just kept coming. Sammy remembered the sight of those massively swollen testicles, and he realized just how much was about to be pumped into him.

Sure enough, there was no sign of the orgasm stopping, even as Sammy felt it make its way up into his stomach, filling him to the brim. He could feel his tummy starting to bulge, the plush stuffing pushing back against his skin as it was forced to expand to accommodate its new filling.

This was the moment, with his insides being turned into the tanuki’s cum container, that Sammy came. His inner walls were being forced outward, and that spot inside his tailhole was being squished like a pancake by the force. It sent a shot of pure bliss straight to his penis, and the next thing he knew, Sammy felt his own cum blasting into his cock’s cage. The wet heat of his semen coating his own shaft just pushed it further, and his entire body tensed and spasmed within its confines as raw pleasure flooded through every inch of him.

It hit his brain the hardest, his vision going white for a few seconds despite the darkness inside the bear’s head. For just a few moments, he forgot everything about who he was and his current situation, knowing nothing but the ecstasy of the present. There was nothing but the sensations rocking his body. There was only the feeling of a cock blasting fresh cum into his inflating gut like a garden hose, and the mind-shattering orgasm that accompanied it.

By the time he regained his sense of self, the tanuki was laying down on top of him, panting heavily. The flood of cum seemed to have abated, so Sammy guessed that the grownup’s orgasm had finally run its course. His belly was full, like he had just eaten the biggest meal of his life. This was even better, though, thanks to the warmth soothing him from within. The thick cock in his ass kept him plugged up so that nothing could escape from inside him. His own penis was still hard and throbbing, although every drop of semen the boy had to offer was currently filling the space around it.

That was when he heard a gentle whirring sound, similar to when the lion fed him. This time, however, there was a sudden suction around his erection, eliciting a quiet squeak from the fox as it verged on overstimulation of his sensitive shaft. The wetness receded as his boy spunk was sucked away.

Sammy was left in suspense for a few more seconds, until his mouth was suddenly filled with something slimy and salty. He recognized the taste immediately. A year or two ago, he got curious after a masturbation session and tasted his own semen. At the time, he found it gross, but now, in his lust-drunk state of mind, it was a delicious treat. He gulped it down without a moment’s hesitation, letting it slide down his throat to join the sea of cum in his stomach.

He was left there, soaking in the afterglow of the whole experience, until the tanuki spoke again.

“Ha… ha…,” he gasped. “Fuck, that was good. A few more rounds, and my balls might even be empty.”

‘Did he just say—'

Sammy’s thoughts devolved into senseless noise as the tanuki started fucking him again. There was no buildup this time. He went full force from the beginning. Sammy could feel all the cum inside him sloshing around as he rocked back and forth. He moaned in time with the tanuki’s thrusts, so eagerly this time, that even the grownup could have sworn he heard a few of them coming from his new toy.

…………..

By the time the tanuki finally finished with him, Sammy was full of more cum than he would have ever thought physically possible. If he weren’t hidden inside a giant plush bear, an onlooker might have thought that the cub was somehow pregnant with triplets. Either the fox cub had been born with elastic insides, or the company had done something to him to make him that way. At this point, he didn’t care. It felt too good.

The tanuki turned the toy’s eyes back on, giving the boy a view of his softening member and freshly emptied balls as he laid down on the bed. Whereas before they were massive, almost frightening to behold, they were now shockingly average. Sammy almost came again as he thought about just how much cum was currently soaking in his guts. It was pouring out of his gaping tailhole like a fountain, coating a towel that the tanuki put under him. Most of it would still probably wind up getting on the floor, but the grownup didn’t seem to care.

“Finally,” the tanuki sighed, rubbing his testicles. “That’s the last time I save myself up for a special occasion.” His grin returned as he eyed up his prize, and he started speaking in that saccharine voice again, “Well, that was a good introduction, Mr. Bear! It’s bedtime, now. You just sit there and have a good night, and be ready to drain my balls again in the morning!”

With that, the grownup laid back and drifted off to sleep, leaving Sammy to take everything in in the quiet room. What was he going to do? Could he escape from this? Would he be able to slip out unnoticed, or would he have to fend off the larger male?

Did he even want to?

He sat there, motionless, slowly deflating as a puddle of cum formed beneath him. The thoughts kept swirling frantically around in his head. Through it all, though, there was one that stood out above the others. One thought that remained dominant, casting everything else to the side.

‘How much longer until morning?’