Laying in bed thinking about wholesome inanimate plush tf.
You slowly turning into a plush as your partner does their best to help you as you slowly shrink and lose mobility over the course of a month. Hands rounding out into mittens as feet shorten into round cylinders unable to support your body after you start filling with polyfill. Soon all that's left of you is your voice and a voice box filled with pre-recorded lines of a stereotypical plush doll.
Big big big big plush mood tonight for reasons that'll be made obvious at a later time ^w^