A great piece of cloth, like a blanket, fell onto the cloudgirl from above, covering and entangling her completely. It was heavy, and though she struggled, she couldn’t seem to get out from under it. She’d always been a bit on the smaller side, after all. Served her right for entering a magic user’s house uninvited.
Something was strange. The folds in the fabric weren’t making sense anymore, and there were too many of them. Hadn’t this cloth been rectangular a second ago? Something small and thin brushed past her… and there was the edge! She could make it out from under this thing, she could escape—
Another bit of cloth pushed her reaching fingers back inside the trap, met the edge she’d found, and drew closed. She heard a sound, many sounds, and felt more of the fabric shifting about and pushing up against her and meeting in strange places. She felt threads. It was being sewn shut!
Or rather, “had been” sewn shut. There was a little bit of light inside her prison, which she eventually managed to locate the source of: two “windows” or “lenses” of a round, clear material, like glass… configuring herself to see through them seemed to make everything fit better around her, and she realized that the cloth was indeed fashioned in a bipedal, humanoid shape, though an oddly proportioned one that hung heavily about the cloudgirl’s small frame as she shakily stood up.
Taking stock of her situation, she noticed how weirdly dry her body felt. It was an odd feeling, not one she was used to as a cloudgirl. Before she could puzzle over it for much longer, though, she felt great pressure all over her body. Something was happening… was her cloth prison shrinking??
Or… was she growing? She felt bloated in her stomach, and tried to move her hands out of their “sleeves” to assess the state of her torso only to find that she wasn’t able to. Her arms… they were too stiff… the cloth pressed against her, or she pressed against it, unable to control her density as she usually could. It was like her arms were coming apart, their lithe, feminine shape bursting into disorganized fluff, kept in check only by the bounds of the sleeves she was quickly filling. It wasn’t painful, but the sensation was still overwhelming, and she cried out as her body continued to deform.
Her struggling only weakened as her torso ballooned, swallowing up any semblance of breasts. The form she’d worked so hard to design and fine-tune to express how she saw herself was giving way. She felt her dainty hands and feet fall prey to the changes, letting out a choked gasp as they broke apart, fingers and toes consumed by the ever-encroaching, formless roundness that was overtaking her body. The cloudgirl fell, and felt her rear push out to cushion the impact.
A great headache befell her, and she knew the end was near. Her beautifully styled hair was smushed into nothingness as her entire head began to swell into the form of the imprisoning cloth. Her ears pushed up into two small pockets she hadn’t noticed before, atop her head, while her eyes were pressed up against the lenses, bulging into them and taking their shape. Now she could see, at least, though the first sight she got was that of another, larger pocket of fabric inflating as the lower half of her face swelled into it, crushing her mouth in the process.
The cloudgirl sat there bewildered as the changes finally finished. She was maybe half a meter tall, and it was so hard to move… but even still, she managed to stand up on wobbly, tube-shaped legs. She could even waddle about a bit, which she did until she came across a mirror.
There, in her reflection, looking back at her, was a teddy bear. In its eyes, clouds swirled, trying and failing to become a storm. That was her. She was this thing’s stuffing. And with it magically sealed, breaking the fabric open would be no small feat…!
Then, the front door opened.