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Kinky Ace, Demi, Bisexual


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MagicScarf
@MagicScarf asked:

šŸ›ļø Yaaawwwns… Magnolia kicked me out of my room so she could clean it… and now I’ve got no place to sleep… so uncomfy of her…

Oh hey Sevens what’s up…

Cozy’s desire for comfort and rest is almost palpable… Well, not ā€œalmostā€ to you. You feel a softness growing within you… Emotional or physical? Hard to say~

My belly slowly begins to expand.
Not much really, juzt hanging out.
The fur on my chest takes on the texture of soft felt.
Wait, are you zhrinking? ... Or am I growing?
I'm undeniably growing not just taller but wider too. Proportions almost remaining stable, but for the rounding of my belly as the felt washes over it.
Oh, it'z definitely me izn't it.
I grip my tummy with my lower paws, which take on the same felt-y texture, and lose some definition between my fingers. As the felt travels up my arms, they thicken up too. I stare at my palms, two of fur and flesh, two of felt and silk. The brushing of my antennae against the ceiling is enough to snap me out of it.
Zhit, I should get outzide!
As I hurry to the door, my tail is gradually plushified, flailing wildly behind me. My wings thicken and opaque, iridescent blue fabric held in shape by a rigid internal structure.
Iz it done yet?
My lower arms touch my thighs, while my equally plushed upper arms touch my cheeks.
I'm ztill growing, aren't I?
Standing at three metres, the magic spreads from my four paws, taking the last organic vestiges of my body. My eyes and nose dake on a plastic shine, while my fringe coalesces into simple shapes of the same felt-like material. My inner ears fill with the same blue silk as my pawpads. Dark stitching crosses my cheeks, an echo of some kind perhaps? I raise a paw to my softened antenna, feeling it between the my beans.
Okay, okay, that'z gotta be i—
In a final spurt, I jump from four to five metres. My plastic eyes momentarily twist their patterns to spirals.
Okay, that waz definitely it. Grand finale. Zo... big big zoft pluzhy... Maybe a little overztuffed...
I realize I'm still being watched and bend down, holding out a pawpad the size of a small beanbag.
You needed zomewhere to zleep, right?


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