PART 1
The slow pulsing beat of a heart rang through the room, steadily growing in rhythm and volume. It reached a peak just as the plush skunks eyes shot open with a great inhalecausimg his already well stuffed form to puff up as the air fluffed the cotton stuffing like a pillow.he sits up causing his new gut to sag heavily between his thick plush legs. Eyes running wild, each movement familiar yet somehow new, especally a twitching sensation from his backside. Trying to control it he only ends up getting smacked in the side of his head with a rather large skunks tail. He stands making it swish wildly knocking a sewing kit to the ground getting a needle stuck in it.. he takes a few steps feeling his own weight cause him to sink into himself each time as his new legs compressed slightly. Inspecting his arms he noticed something odd. A strange black power and stain in his right arm had began to spread. He pressed at it, dry, making it spread faster staining his whole arm in no time as it grew a set of wicked looking plastic claws. Afraid he tried to pull the arm off however the threads attaching it had grown thick and dark and on the surface the stain had stopped. On the inside however it continued, a single black thread worming it’s way up and spreading creating endless whispers in his head. Covering his ears and shaking as if in pain his eyes shoot open just as the normal plastic eyes stain an empty black as his irises begin to glow a deep red. The thread explodes throuought his body from tip to tail, causing the stuck needle to grow with obscene power, a mad laugh fills the room and a darkness settles around him before being pulled into his body. The skunk stands grinning flexing the corrupted arm as it glows a sickly green and gives his hefty belly a smack making it crease.
“I think I’m gunna like this hehehe. Now where can I get a snack....”

If you give a plush kitty a cookie he will want a glass of milk. If you give him milk he’ll want to nibble. If you let him nibble you’ll wind up in his belly. If you end up in his belly he will feel full and have a catnap AND COMPLETLY FORGET ABOUT YOU TILL YOU BREK DOWN AND TURN INTO A SILK HEART! Anything  inktail says to to contrary is totally lies and faulty cat logic :P

There’s a story here and I’ll post it but for now I gotta get ready for work so you’ll have to wait a few hours. I’ll post a journal letting ya know if you are interested.