Monica settled on her bed and kept her dragon plushie, or rather Damon, unbeknownst to her, close. Damon loved it, he was right next to her boobs! She kissed him and hugged him tightly. Damon was very happy but alas for him, it did not last long after she gushed at how soft and incredibly comforting he was. She then went on to describe her day and that was when things became annoying for Damon and downright infuriating. She told him about her new boyfriend Thomas and how charming and handsome he was. What a hunk! Rich and cute! So popular too! Happy to be in Monica's arms, Damon was fuming inwardly. Did he have to listen to that? Really? And he couldn't even more away!
"I'm going out with him tonight. You'll tell me which outfit you find the best," she said as she set Damon down again, patting his head. "It'll be the perfect date!"
Damon the plushie thought it was at least that, watching Monica undress and trying out different clothes in the mirror. She dialogued with herself while conversing with thrown sentences at Damon who had to remain silent. In the end, she chose a very short skirt and a blouse. She asked her plush dragon if he thought this outfit was sexy and hot. Damon thought so, totally, but he could only see it in full view, not touch. Monica pouted sexually as she applied bright red lipstick and went out.
As the door slammed shut, Damon was left on the bed and only as silence settled did he realize how thoughtless his wish had been. No one would come looking for him as no one knew he had ever existed. He couldn't move. hHe couldn't speak. He had no agency whatsoever. But it wasn't even the worse. That came a month after becoming a plush toy. One evening, Monica entered her bedroom with Thomas and had sex with him as he stayed in a corner of the bed. They panted, moaned and groaned while he was powerless. And when Monica hugged Damon, Thomas just smirked at her childish quirk. As if he thought Damon was ridiculous! Seeing Monica kiss Thomas and her boyfriend happily fondle her felt was infuriating to the last degree. He could only satisfy himself with being pressed against her breasts. A paltry compensation indeed! He started ruing the wish he had made without thinking beyond its first few minutes and became desperate as to how to contact the genie again. He could not even speak, for crying out loud! He had stupidly vanished from existence! When he asked to never exist, he had removed his bedroom, hence the lamp, from reality. So the genie had probably forgotten she had granted his wish or that he had even ever existed. What a fool he had been! What could he do? What would happen to him? How could he contend himself with watching Monica only undress and seeing her naked with no sex? Would she throw him out and he'd end up the toy of a kid, fished out from a second-hand bin? Would she always keep him as she married someone else and have kids with someone else than him? Kids who'd torture, squeeze, tear and be little brutes to him? Damon found only solace when Monica kissed, hugged and whispered sweet words to him. He hoped she'd never tire of him.