Quite strangely, the perspective of becoming a plush appeals you. You are a furry fan, but wearing a fursuit never interested you; sometimes, however, you wondered how being a fursuit would feel like.
After a minute or so of thinking, you open your new rabbit mouth. “Well…”, you say to the genie, with the slightest hint of embarrassment. “Do you think you could make me a living fursuit? You know what a fursuit is, don’t you?”.
The hare nods. “Of course I know. And transforming you into a fursuit is child’s play”. He raises his hands, ready to use his magic, but you stop him. “Wait, wait! I haven’t finished. Could you also… well, give me the power to transform other into living plushes?”.
The genie seems surprised for a second, but than smiles. “Well, that’s a bizarre request… But could bring to unexpectedly amusing results. Ok, so be it! One transformation coming right up!”. And then, surprisingly, he passes you his cigar. “Here, pal. Try this”.
You accept the unexpected gift, feeling a little odd. “O-ok”. You put it into your mouth and inhale; you are not habituated to smoking, and a moment later you cringe in pain, your lungs burning. The unpleasant sensation, however, lasts only for a few seconds: the pain disappear, and you let out the cigar smoke; you then try to breathe some fresh air, but suddenly realize you cannot do it anymore: in fact, your lungs seem to have disappeared. Shaking slightly, you raise your hands to your chest, and try to push your pecs… only to discover that you’re empty inside!
“Can you feel it, can’t you?”, the suave voice of the genie suddenly has a somewhat hypnotic tone. “Your internal organs dissipating, your heart stopping his beat… Your insides are filling with cotton fluff and silky velvet. Now your penis and your balls are deflating and being sucked into a pouch, and the fur all over your body is becoming synthetic but still soft and warm…”.
You can feel the changes the genie is describing on your skin… well, fabric, now. After the first moment of fear, however, the only thing you can feel is pleasure. Soon, you have become a quasi-fursuit: you head, resting on top of your large fabric shoulders, is still very real. But you don’t want it to be anymore: and so your skull begins to inflate while your face becomes more cartoony and caricatural, and your brain dissolves into cotton. The finishing touches are your eyes becoming semi-transparent and your beautiful buck teeth turning into hardened white plastic.
“Just one more thing…”, the genie mumbles, coming closer.
“One more thing?”, you repeat, your voice sounding perfectly normal (you were expecting something more muffled or goofy).
The hare takes the cigar from your four-fingered hand and sticks it back in his mouth. “Of course, silly. What’s a fursuit if nobody could get inside?”. He extends his index finger and touches you just over the base of you penis – well, where your penis technically would’ve to be – and goes straight up to your throat, sending a wave of pure pleasure through you fake torso. The meaning of the motion is soon clear: on your abdomen and chest a zipper is emerging, ending in a tab just under your chin that looks like an oversized metallic necktie.
“How do you feel now, boss?”, the genie asks with a smile.
You smile in response: you are happy, but that’s not all. You suddenly feel like you’ve been destined to become what you are now since the day of your birth.
For the first time in your life, you feel actually complete.