“Bah, can’t believe that Sherly would shift us to maintenance duty!”

The silence of the production floor was broken by the sharp voice, tracing back to its source was a rather young look female worker, ploughing away that leftover batches of plush fluff gathered on the floor.

“Yeah, I know the job seems mundane now but we can’t blame them. I mean it’s not like their fault that we’ve not picked our suits yet…”

The voice that tried to calm the girl down belong to that of a rather spry lad, no doubt in his late twenties.

“It stupid, I mean seemed to be able to pick their own partner suits so easily!”

“Picking a partner suit means making a commitment to them. It far more than just picking a pet from a pet store” said the girl in a rather mocking tone as though imitating someone.

“Look, I know Sherly may be a tad strict sometimes but she been here longer than we have. She’d probably know the risk of working here”

“Ugh” the girl could only huff out in annoyance.

Flicking a stray hair out from her face revealed her to be almost as young as her co-worker.

It’s been a month since Heather had join the PlushCo. as a member of their production and maintenance crew. Fresh out of college, she had spent some time looking for a temporary job until she could settle down with a much more secure employment. During that time, she had come across the job from PlushCo. (though it was mostly through a friend) and decided to join them in the meantime.

Now to Heather, it was no secret to her of the dealings inside PlushCo., after several quick round of assessment from the senior staff she was attached to her current department along with her male partner whom had join a few weeks earlier. Luckily for her she had managed to avoid the common pitfalls involving the living plushies common in their work area having some guidance from her friends.

The rest of her team considered her to be rather luckily, that the senior administration even employed her considering the amount of busy-bodies trying to dwell into PlushCo. business despite legitimizing their services.

It was coached during orientation that all that work in her department would be eventually ‘given’ a partner suit however she eventually learnt that it was as simple as that and these suits needed to develop a sentimental connection to their partners otherwise the poor host would be either plushified or in worst case absorbed into the plush.

Heather didn’t question the morals behind such as practise but she was rather invested in having a partner suit of her own and was promised by the team leader that she would be guided in doing so. But a month in and together with her partner no progressed had started.

“Sherly said that she’d help us find a suit and…” Heather trailed off as she piled the last bag of waste plush fluff into a stack.

*Sign*

“She just looks so graceful as a Reshiram…”

All the while as Heather trailed on, Jack was trying his hardest to comfort her but he himself had difficulty trying to form an appropriate sentence to do so. He too felt somewhat the same, he joined the plush factory with the intention of making some cash on the side of his day job as a design planner but upon getting intertwined with this whole plush business he too couldn’t take his mind of them as well.

“I’m sure Sherly has her reasons for taking her time maybe finding our partner suit takes time…” Jack said as he looked up towards the top of the plush machine, seeing a rather small size plush lucario sitting on top looking at him.

“Hey, aren’t you supposed to be elsewhere?”

The plush lucario exchange a look at him before leaping away.

“There, done. That’s the whole floor cleaned-Hey!” as Heather tried the stack of bags in place a small cat-sized plush sylveon walked up to her and nuzzled across her legs.

“What are you doing here? Go on, back to where to came from” Heather shooed the small plush creature away.

The plush sylveon padded away but not before turning back with a sly smile directed towards Heather.

“Whew, luckily it pass office hours, they usually don’t allow the plushies to roam about” Heather packed away her gloves.

The evening sun shone through the overhead windows of the production floor and due to how the way they were position relative to the interior offices glass windows the whole floor would be basked in a golden glow, given that the lights of the place were turned off.

“Haaaah, finally!” Heather said as she stretched.

“So you still up for dinner at that new beachside store?” Jack asked.

“Weeeeell, I hear it’s quite good, though of course unless you’re paying?” Heather replied cheekily.

“Hmm, you have been working quite long compared to the rest of us soooo I suppose a treat is deserved” Jack replied.

“Is this your way of telling me something? Hmm?” Heather said to Jack teasingly.

“Hey! Don’t get any ideas!”

Though Jack was trying to convince Heather otherwise he was doing a blatantly poor job at it. Every once in a while for the past few weeks, the both of them had been going out for dinner after work was done and since then they had gotten to know each other much more. Many of their colleague could see that there was something between them but decided to let the matter lie since they didn’t let it affect their work.

Meanwhile, the small plush sylveon that had been pestering Heather beforehand had been spying on her along with the plush lucario.

Both of the plushies had been planning their little ‘playtime’ for both Jack and Heather for a while ever since eyeing on them and today was finally time to put their plan into action.

As Heather walked pass the plush machine conveyor belt the neat stacked bags of plush fluff came falling in her direction, courtesy of the plush lucario. Though she had managed to dodge it in time with her quick reaction her lack of direction awareness resulted in her landing flat onto the conveyor belt.

The plush sylveon had been waiting for this and sat contently near the controls of the plush machine and the moment it saw Heather on the belts it pushed in its inputs into the machine.

“What the?! Jack!” was all Heather could shout before crane pulled her figure into the plush machine.

“Heather? Shit! Hold on!”

While Jack rushed to the controls, the small plush sylveon jumped in along into the plush machine wriggling its way through the heavy curtains.

The walls of the plush machine was made of translucent thick acrylic, in case an inspection was needed and inside Heather could see Jack trying to stop the machine outside. Pinned down onto the conveyer belt by various gloved mittens (yes, it sounded ridiculous but the materials had to be handled with care), Heather only struggle in vain as the other mittens pulled out long stretches of pink fabric along with small swads of white and light blue clothes.

She had been through enough ‘processing’ of various plushies, whether be it those nosy intruders or regular stock orders to know what already happening to here but why the oddly specific colour choice. As the though when through her mind, the small sylveon that she had shooed away earlier approached Heather with a smug sly look on its face.

“You? Wait…you’re going to-”

Before she could utter another word, the machine began its pre-determine task like so many toys it had sewed before and started undressing her before wrapping Heather legs in the soft white cloth. As it did, she noticed that the cloth that the machine was using was thinner compared to the usual ones they used. The machine proceeded on to her belly and chest after completing encasing her feet in tight form fitting pink ‘socks’ and her legs in the lighter pink but no less tight stockings.

As the machine was busy sewing the similarly coloured cloth around Heather body the small plush sylveon padded towards her face and nuzzled down. Heather opened her mouth to protest against the mischievous little pokemon the machine promptly pull a thicker swad of plush cloth around her mouth causing all of her shouting to become muffled. The gloved mittens that kept her pinned down onto the conveyer belts were doing their job well, albeit too well since she could hard sit herself up. The machine finished with Heather torso and proceed to work on her arms.

Meanwhile…

Jack was frantically operating the machine trying to cancel the equipment current order though it appears that he was having some difficulties with it.

“Darn….so have paid a bit more attention when Sherly demoed the equipment…”

From the other side of the translucent viewing screen, he could see Heather getting more and more desperate at trying to fend off the constant barrage of plush fabric from the gloved mittens causing him to scramble with the control and unfortunately for him another plush decided to take this as an opportunity to sneak up on him.

The plush lucario look around the vicinity no seeing the plush sylveon in sight indicating that it was already inside the plush machine with the other human. With the other one being occupied with the machines, the plush lucario took the opportunity to tackle Jack down onto the conveyer belt, landing well into the receiving bay.

Back inside the machine had just finished sewing up the last finishing touches of her suit, her chest and arms were now coated in soft light pink plush cloth with her hands inside pink gloves that ended in mittens. The machine continued on with it work and wrapped a large pink bow around Heather neck before turning its attention away towards another pile of plush cloth and fluff.

“What’s taking him so long?” by now Heather had given up trying to struggle against the strong mittens holding her down. Aside from the low hum of the plush machine working, Heahter only had the company of the small plush sylveon next to her.

“So you wanted to be my partner huh?” Heather muffled behind the cloth around her mouth.

The plush sylveon looked back at Heather and nodded accordingly. Ever since she started to work her she has seen other staff members interacting with the other plush toys often taking to them. All this time she didn’t know if the toys could understand their speech at all or if there was some other way they were able to understand them.

Looking through the viewing glass Heather couldn’t see Jack near the control anymore.

“What?! Where’s he gone to? He better not bail out!” but a loud thump emanating from the end of the machine which she had entered clued her to his fate.

“Uugh! You too?”

The plush sylveon that had been resting on her chest since her suit was complete sudden caught the attention of the mittens approaching it and leapt off. Looking towards the mittens Heather saw it carrying something in it’s hand towards here. As though her plush pink suit hadn’t already clued her to what the machine had intended for her as a soft toy, the plush sylyveon headpiece that it held in its hands certainly did. The mittens held the plush headpiece in front of her face as if mocking her before pulling it down her head. At first the plush headpiece look too tight for her but as it hugged around her head Heather found it to be neither too tight nor to loose. Lastly the mittens proceeded to stich to the neck of the suit.

Now fully suited in a plush sylveon suit akin to the smaller plush toy resting on her lap, Heather breathe a sigh of relieve as she remember that the process would be completed here and she would be released.

If only that we’re the case.

Heather was taken aback when the mittens still refused to let her got and continued to hold her down. The small mischievous plush sylveon leapt atop her chest and waved it ribbons in a back and forth motion signalling to her that it had planned for more.

Soon the machine came back with another article in its hands, a rather small frilly pink dress.

“Oh you’ve got to be kidding me” Heather though behind her mask.

The mitten proceeded to pull the frilly pink dress over Heather’s body and sew the dress tightly around her. Now satisfied the plush sylveon leapt off the conveyer belt as the both of them approached the exit. There Heather was unceremoniously dumped into a bag of various other non-living plushies with the plush sylveon toy jumping in soon.

As she struggled to right herself and crawl out of the bag another figure was also dropped down into the bag she was in and knocked into her causing the both of them to fall into the deeper parts of the plush pile. It was a plush lucario with a white cape wrapped around its neck, though she didn’t need any explanation as to whether who it was.

Another smaller plush lucario soon dropped in as well.

As both of the now-suited factory staff righted themselves they realized the rather ‘compromising’ position they were in. Jack plush lucario muzzle was pressed deeply into Heather’s crotch while her own was pushed into his. Embarrassed they quickly sat themselves sat up the lack of a proper footing for the both of themselves only result in both falling into each other with Heather on top of Jack now. Both were glad that their respective plush suit’s mask covered their faces cause they were blushing mad by now at their predicament.

As the plush machine humming died down, the halls of the plush factory fell silent.

Heather and Jack lay inside the bag of plush still recovering from the sudden events. Both the other smaller plush cuddled around their new partners tuckered out from their ‘playtime’.

“…..ssoooooo, guess that answers our suit issue…” Jack asked Heather trying to break the silence still blushing madly behind his mask.

“…u-uhm” Heather was trying to find the words to reply among the thick ruffling of her frilly dress.

*Sign*

“…You’re still up for that dinner?”