As you lay in bed, holding the plushie, something suddenly feels different. You can't quite put your finger on it. The plushie feels... different. Just something about it, the texture of the cloth, the weight, the feeling of the beans inside it. As you look it over, confused, it winks at you. No, she winks at you. Before you even have time to think about it, the plushies no longer in your hand. She's now laying on top of you. She, as in the now human size, real life, living and breathing catgirl that was your plushie. Her head peering down at you with a sly little smile, as the rest of her resting against you. Even if she's clothed, her body still presses down on you in the right ways. Before you can utter a cry of dismay or a shout of wonderment, she wispers into your ear. "I've got something fun planned for you."
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