I'm sure the appeal of living pooltoy/plush TF for me being the loss of bodily agency and gradual mental alteration as I become something awkward and overfilled, little more than a glorified possession and object of interest, means nothing
Haha oh nooooo my agency has been taken away and I've become a possession blatantly made only to be squeezed and fretted over, a spectacle of my own overwhelming touch starvation made manifest in an ironic twist that will give me more than I ever wanted, my limbs swollen into uselessness, my face stitched into a permanent, sheepish look of embarassed delight, the one who made me this way teasing me with this fact in utter glee? oh nooooooooooooooooooooooo
Honestly, tho, this applies to so many things- inflation, weight gain to the point of immobility, berry stuff, I think it's telling that the shape of a lot of my feelings there tend to boil down to "I want to become Extremely Full and Unable To Refuse Affection, Touch, And Help"
Out here defeating my touch starvation in the most roundabout way possible- literally.
