HOTEL LEX - FLOOR 5 (6/?) (Patreon)

The roll of fabrics it is.

You rush toward a stack of thick rolls of some kind of wool and dive in, pulling the bunny with you. You hear more footsteps and voices. You hold your breath as a couple of toys scurry by. You rack your brain, how are you going to get out of this one? Maybe grab one of them and hold the toy hostage? What if you caused a commotion? You think hard. They're already onto both of you, but with your new disguise, you might be able to blend in. But even if you blend in, maybe they'll give up on the search.

"This sewing machine's been turned on, they were making something," someone says.

Your heart drops. You don't know how well these toys can differentiate between fabric and your scales. You bite your lip thinking you may have made a grave lapse in judgement by coming here. You're so lost in thought you don't even realize that the bunny is poking your back in panic. You turn around to see what's got him so worked up and you see him slipping deep into the layers of fleece. His terrified expression tells you that he's being pulled by something. You grab onto his arm, and try to rescue him from his predicament but he doesn't budge at all. It's not like a toy is yanking at his lower half, they would've called out by now. So what on Earth is your friend sinking into?

You grit your teeth; maybe wherever is buried beneath would be an escape from whatever is happening around you two anyway. You reassure your panic-stricken friend by gripping onto both arms and letting yourselves get pulled in.

The sensation is as if you are being dragged across two carpets, uncomfortable to say the least. You feel yourself zapped repeatedly by the built-up static energy as you travel further and further in. Darkness envelops the two of you and the voices muffle. The deeper you go, the softer everything becomes. You feel yourself getting shocked less, the fabric bending around you and feeling more like an embrace than something foreign. Somehow, through all of that, you feel yourself drifting in and out of consciousness.

You open your eyes. You're lying on the ground holding tightly onto... You blink. You look down at your hands and they have merged with your onesie. Your recently recovered fifth finger is gone and you're left with soft, plush claws. You grumble knowing full well what has happened. You have got to stop putting on clothing, maybe being nude is the better idea. You stand up and your plush-filled legs wobble under the weight. You look around at your surroundings. It looks like a blanket fort with pillows scattered all over. The space is lit by a light behind the thick tarp that drapes overhead. You scan for your fluffy companion and fluffy he is, though- You quickly drop back to your knees and pick up a stuffed bunny the size of your arm. He remains inanimate in your hands. His glasses have become embroidery around his large eyes, his arms ending in plush nubs drop to his sides as you lift him up. Why is he a plushie while you're still moving? You poke at your stitches. Perhaps the onesie he made had cushioned the transformation between your body and your surroundings. Either way, you reassure the doll with a hug, hoping that he's inside and still present.

You stand up once again and check if you have your possessions. You feel them in a little pocket on the side of your hip, the button Charly gave you, your hotel keycard, and the pocket watch. You ready yourself for another decision on where to head but suddenly, you lose that choice.

"Well howdy stranger," a soft voice drifts through the air.

You turn to see a large plushie cow approaching, her size immediately apparent to you.

"Why, aren't you a cutie!" she says, picking you up and giving you a big hug.

She presses you against her bosom and soft fleece rubs against soft fleece. You let slip a moan and immediately startle. You realize you are without a member again but you definitely still feel an urge generating inside you. The softness and tightness of the hug overwhelms your senses.

"Oops, was that a little too hard dearie?" she plops you down on a pillow.

You are taken aback by the sensation, and you peer down at your absolutely nothing between your legs.

She drops down into a sit, "So, what brings you round these parts? Looking for some fun?" She pokes teasingly at you.

> Ask for directions.> Ask her about your whereabouts and the department store.> Ask about bringing your companion back from being a doll.> Ask for fun.

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