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Continuity and Background:
This story takes place in the charming
dominion of
Literary influences come from
the writings and imaginations of Benson and Gord as well as fiction from
mygagorder.com and thundrshark. The
prominent themes are humiliation, degradation, mental conditioning, transformation,
modification, bimbofication, objectification, big boobs, huge lips, forced
feeding, dehumanization, helpless females, Dominant males, and long term
suffering (mental anguish) and servitude.
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About the Author: My hobbies include collecting, examining, and
designing. I sometimes come across
inspiring stories or goings-on about Cherish and have been asked by the
“Committee for the Preservation of the Historical Record of Proper Female
Deportment” (the CPHD) to assemble and detail these accounts for posterity.
Authorship Disclosure: The following material originates from
personal first-person observations, from video recordings, diaries, medical and
scientific notes and other privately held (and confidential) sources, as well
as from public town events and records.
I then transpose these accounts into the third person and pen these
tales in my free time. While this is
intended as a work of non-fiction for Cherish public record some dramatic and editorial license has been
taken to help increase readership interest.
This particular story takes place outside of my normal purview and so
some facts cannot be 100% confirmed, nevertheless I have diligently
reconstructed the particulars using primary sources to the best of my ability
(filling in small details perhaps, along the way.)
Also, as I am extremely busy
not all of the gathered data can be included in each presentation. If you are an accredited researcher with a
genuine academic interest you may be allowed access to more extensive information. In order to request this more thorough (and
graphically detailed) explanation of certain material presented, please send
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Plush
Introduction
The Cherish daycare serves the needs of busy men who do not have the time to spend on the individual education of their sons. They are busy attending to matters of business and import, and sowing the seeds of more sons in the efficient wombs of their Cherished possessions.
Young girls in Cherish are, of course, raised differently. Their lot in life is to be educated in the more womanly tasks of tending the home, standing pretty, and clearing their minds of thought. They are taught to take pride in menial chores and to acquiesce to the wills of any male they encounter. They are never taught to think of themselves as full people, and will one day be bought into a male household to function in one of any of the various capacities woman serve in nowadays.
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Many men prefer not to deal with young ladies, and deposit them at birth into the waiting care of the Education and Re-education Facility. There they are nurtured by cool, calculating men who record their progress and nudge them ever towards the day when they will be ‘of age’ to be presented for public consumption. Every year the graduating class is presented on stage to be ‘adopted’ into a household, where they will serve in any capacity allowed by law. (That is, familial relations are forbidden from putting them to work in a sexual capacity. They are still allowed to serve as menial laborers or maids.)
The true pride and joy of the Cherish Educational system, however, remains the amount of resources and care put into the education of its young men, starting with kindergarten and continuing up through their teenage years. Here in Cherish the next generation of young leaders is encouraged to exercise their mastery over the inferior female sex in any number of ways. As they grow older they are taught more and more of their role in the world, and how, through their work in Cherish, they will bring women to heel in their rightful place.
The lessons begin at a very young age. In the nursery, with young, impressionable male minds, special care must be taken to make sure that the first impression the young males receive about women is the ‘correct’ one. It wouldn’t do for the young men to get the wrong idea about the fairer sex. If their fathers are to properly maintain the hierarchy in Cherish it is imperative that future generations not go getting ‘soft’ and lovey-dovey or entertain ideas about female equality.
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Each man in Cherish may teach his son however he likes, of course, but many of the fathers in Cherish choose to entrust their sons to the public nursery, where they are cared for as they grow older, graduating to boarding school and gaining the fruits of a modern education rich in science, engineering, and math coupled with the full coming-of-age lessons of leadership and lordship over women that are so dear to the hearts of the men of Cherish.
When a young boy is given over to the nursery his father usually makes a donation to the school so that he may ensure that proper resources are available to provide the fruit of his loins with the best education possible. The young man is raised with care and love and is taught to think highly of himself and to act as a lord and master. Care is taken to equate success with the ownership of women, with greater degrees of success coming from owning more female chattel. Emphasis is put on owning women with increasingly larger bust sizes as a sign of opulence and power.
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Here in Cherish the special nature of the education puts a
considerable amount of resources at the school’s disposal. The
No good education would be complete without live examples, of course. Each classroom is laden with toy dolls for the boys to play with during elementary school. While going through puberty it is important for each young man to associate his growing needs and changing physiology with the available, brainwashed and bound young vixens placed in the junior high classrooms. But the lessons of youth are most important during the preschool years, in the nursery.
To ensure that no young man ever identifies with the plight of a young woman or sympathizes with her conditions special care is taken to ensure the most carefully crafted environment of the nursery years. Indeed, the ideal education of a young man has him associating women with dolls and toys from the earliest years. It simply won’t do to have him thinking of females as human beings who might conceivably be the equals of men.
Scientifically and religiously various justifications and arguments are given during the later years of a young man’s education, when his mind might start to question his teachers. But these intellectual examples cannot compete with the deep-seated notions implanted into the very earliest years of the male development cycle.
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Quite simply, as very young boys, from birth practically, the future Lords of Cherish are surrounded with the rightful nature of the Cherish lifestyle. The wetnurses that serve the male toddlers are featureless, inhuman tit sacks. Encapsulated in rubber hoods their most prominent features, the functional and humongous breasts that protrude from their lewd chests, are easily accessed by the suckling boys. As they grow older it becomes natural for these earliest memories to serve as their basis for what women are—objects to serve men.
Later, more fanciful female designs are presented to them to both stimulate their creativity and serve as harmless examples of how soft and yielding women are. During the toddler and young boy years in school the young men are surrounded by cuddly females that have been specially modified and trained to encourage and stimulate the young boy’s minds and further stratify the subconscious views of their male charges on what constitutes a proper woman, namely, her docility and animal-like nature. Let us take a look at what goes in to the making of one of these learning aids.
Chapter 1, Help Wanted
Theresa had just had a hectic day. She had been hurrying through her shift at the supermarket, carefully stacking inventory and answering questions from customers trying to get done and get to her night class. Her boss had called her in for a work evaluation and had made it clear, in no uncertain terms that her nineteen year old ass needed to pay more attention to her work and that she was on very shaky ground. He also made it clear that her ass could make up for this work deficit by getting under his desk and poking itself up at him for some one-on-one counseling.
She had swallowed and cast a baleful look off to the left before getting on her knees and crawling under his desk to keep her job. She had done as he asked and kept her mouth shut and put her face to the ground (where he had surrounded it with his shoes) and propped her ass up towards him while he relaxed in his desk and took a phone call. She had spent half an hour in this humiliating position, the blood going to her head and causing her to feel dizzy before she had passed out. Her boss hadn’t even used her yet, he had simply been admiring her silent groveling.
After waking up outside by the dumpster with soiled clothes and a pink slip in her hand she had stormed off furiously, hailing a cab but getting sloshed with mud in the process. The cabby took one look at her and refused her service, she smelled of the garbage she had woken up next to.
It had started to rain as she began the shameful walk back home and, desperate for some comfort in this miserable day she clutched a passing newspaper (blown by the wind) to cover her head with as she started to get soaked.
Wet, dirty, and dejected she arrived home to find her roommates having a party. Usually an avid party-goer, the boys sure did take a fancy to her bouncy, blonde hair, and her C-cup chest, Terry avoided the strangers as she struggled to cover her shame and made her way up to her room.
Collapsing on her bed, tossing the wet newspaper to the side as she relaxed, she remembered in a panic that she had class! Looking at the clock she realized that she would never make it. She sighed. Just then her door burst open as a couple of teenagers, in the midst of necking, barged their way in looking for privacy. Arming herself with the wet newspaper she smacked them in a furious charge, taking the miserable day out on them as she defended what little dignity she had left.
Making hurried apologies the two teens exited promptly and Terry slammed and locked the door behind them. Looking down at the newspaper she had fought them off with she noticed an insert (one of those semi-laminated, bright, glossy things) which had fallen out during the tussle.
The reason it caught her eye was that it promised, in bright, big letters, a large salary for work that was very similar to babysitting. The job required a young woman who was good with kids to work on-site providing tutoring and hugs to young children. Terry smiled; it looked like there was something good about this day after all.
The next day, after carefully getting dressed in as professional a manner as she could manage, and opting to go pantyless after surmising that all of her pairs were dirty of missing (she could swear that one of her male housemates kept sneaking in and making off with them) she bummed a ride from her friend Cheryl to downtown where she bought a bus ticket to the next town over.
She had called ahead and been delighted to learn that the
job was still open and that the position would be having an open house today at
Arriving early she hopped on the elevator and tried hard to keep her face straight, wanting to enter a ‘business persona’ so that she could ace this thing. As the doors opened on the fourth floor she walked briskly in her high heels, making click-click noises as she walked to room 402 where the open house was being held.
Getting nervous as she noticed the amount of other young girls standing in line outside the room she stood on tip-toe, her 6’1” frame allowing her to see over the other girls. She frowned, it seemed that she would not get the position with this many other young women here, all of whom seemed equally professional and slightly better-suited judging by the way they carried themselves.
Dejected and losing hope she made her way towards the restroom to freshen up, maybe if she put some fresh make-up on it would improve her chances. As she neared the restroom a man was walking out of the men’s room and he looked at her quizzically. “Are you here for the open house?” he asked her.
“Um, yes, I, um, who are you?” Terry was slightly taken aback. The man looked at her shrewdly and Terry flinched a little as he seemed to be sizing her up. She wrinkled her forehead as she saw him glance both ways and then walked towards her.
Putting her hands up to defend herself she blushed as he simply put his hand out to introduce himself. “Hello young Miss, my name is Alex, I’m conducting the interviews, and actually each of the young ladies I have talked to has simply been painfully boring to talk with,” he said conspiratorially. The way he talked led Theresa to believe that he was sharing a secret with her, and, despite her initial reaction, she warmed up to him and began to trust him.
“Please, come this way, I’ll take you to my office where we can talk aside from the others here who I just know will waste my time.” He gestured down the hall away from the other people, Terry was a little nervous again as she noticed that the two of them would be alone, but, she was here for an interview, and she wasn’t going to let such an obvious opportunity pass her by. Maybe he wanted a blowjob, maybe that was it, but, well, so long as he gave her the job, she was willing to do that.
Alex flashed a smile that said both “Isn’t this great, we’re such lovely people, let’s just get along and go with the flow” and “These teeth could bite you in half” at the same time. Swallowing nervously but acquiescing to his invitation Terry walked ahead of Alex down the hall, and into her new life.
Before sticking her with the hypodermic Alex engaged in a little wanton cruelty:
“A couple quick questions while we walk, would you be able to teach the children higher math?” he asked.
“Um,” Terry looked down and bit her lip, “N-no, I’m not, I’m not very good, I’m—“
“Not very good at math, are you?” Alex finished for her, grinning as he walked along behind her. “Well that’s alright,” he faked sympathy as he continued “How about simple math, I’m sure you could teach the children their numbers and addition, why don’t you just, for example, pretend you’re teaching a child, and you don’t want to talk to them, you want to do it with hand gestures,” Alex let the tone creep into his voice as though he were talking about a child who was deaf or handicapped, “what would you do then?”
Theresa stopped walking and frowned, thinking, and then she got a bright idea, she turned to face Streuth and said “Well I could use my hands—“
“Too ambiguous,” Streuth cut her off, causing her to frown and furl her brow again, “think more basic, something that would communicate visually to the child, while making sure to provide the least amount of confusion, like a universal symbol…” he trailed off, looking at Terry as though prompting her towards the correct solution.
Engaged in what she thought was probably one of the most important parts of the interview, and happy that he wasn’t acting creepy or trying to tell her how pretty she was Theresa smiled and moved her eyes around a bit as she thought. Finally she had an idea, “Like a picture book!’ she exclaimed. “I could teach them with a picture book. I could turn the pages and—“
“But not all of the children will be able to see it if it’s a book, you’d need something more obvious, something easier for the children to see,” Alex cut her off again.
“Um, ok, well, duh, I’ve got it now I could put it on a chalk board—“
“Too dusty, don’t want to injure their lungs,” Alex cut her off again, and now she was getting frustrated. They had been standing in the hallway for a few moments now and she was getting tired of trying to solve this riddle.
“A white board?” she asked.
“Also harmful,” Alex lied, “think simpler, remember, these are small children.”
“I could teach by example?” Theresa asked, not sure how she would do that for basic math.
“Now you’ve got it!” Alex exclaimed, and, despite herself, Terry smiled at the praise, even though she knew that she had been led to the answer.
“But how am I going to do that?” she asked, and Alex walked past her motioning for her to follow. Glad to have gotten past this first hurtle and onto the interview she hurried to keep up, click-click her heels went as she walked.
Holding the door open to the unlighted room Alex bowed as Terry walked in ahead of him. Stepping in after her and closing the door (which locked on its own in order to preserve the illusion that it had not locked at all) “Gives us some privacy,” Alex said as he waited for Terry’s eyes to adjust to the light. “So how do you think you’d demonstrate 2 + 2 =4?” Alex asked rhetorically, walking over to a toy chest in the model classroom they were now in.
Terry didn’t know but figured Alex would tell her. She didn’t know why he hadn’t turned the light on but shot a look at the door and tried to calm her nerves, telling herself that she was here for an interview.
Alex pulled a heavy object out of the chest; slightly wriggling and encased in rubber it had two large, bulbous features which poked out of the heavy rubber it had been stored in. Turning to face Terry, Alex held the teaching aid up in front of him, a reduced woman with two gargantuan naked tits poking out of an amorphous rubber sack (just a head, torso, and pelvis.) Terry registered that the left tit said “1” and the right tit said “2” as she screamed in horror at the sight and bolted for the door.
Alex smiled and donned a gas mask as he pressed the button by the desk that released the knockout gas from the door’s frame. While he was at little risk to the localized toxin, which originated at the point of escape (“They always run to the door” he noted smugly) Alex found it prudent to put the mask on ‘just in case.’ “One can never be too careful when it comes to personal safety,” Alex said out loud, stepping over to Terry’s slumping form and dumping the teaching aid next to it. Taking a marker out of his pocket he pulled Terry’s shirt up and wrote in the last two elements of the equation.
Chapter 2, “This is just a cardboard box with the word ‘Transmogrifier’ written on it!”
Dr. Spencer prodded his subject’s skin, testing its flexibility and gauging to make sure that the implants would have proper ‘breathing room.’ Glancing up from his work momentarily to check Terry’s vitals he made a check mark on his patient chart and recorded some data in a notebook.
Terry’s eyes had the drugged look that Dr. Spencer found so endearing on all of his patients, his own special cocktail of sedatives and painkillers kept the subject minimally conscious but mentally receptive throughout the proceedings, allowing him a healthy amount of bio feedback as he implemented the necessary changes.
At this stage there remained a good deal of major surgery to complete, but the prep work had all been carried out successfully and with a minimum of fuss so far. Her blonde locks had been shorn, followed by a quick depilation bath to remove the little hairs from the rest of her body. This usually caused some skin irritation so a moisturizer was applied afterwards and the body was allowed to sleep for a bit while the small hairs fell off. Carefully inspecting the soft, supple skin Doctor Spencer noted where stubborn hairs were still present and administered an additional local dose of depilating agent to ensure a clean canvas to work with.
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Massaging her naked scalp with his expert fingers Dr. Spencer carefully gazes at the roots that had been left intact on her cranium. Angling the magnifying glass to take better note of the original follicles he plucks a hair root out with a pair of small tweezers and examines it under a microscope. Making notes in his chart he calls up his geneticist friend across town and sends him the data.
The colleague will compare the strand of hair DNA with that of a synthetic, the kind used on plush animals. He will make the necessary adjustments and then send over a batch of ‘new hairs’ to be seeded back into the subject later. The growing process is delicate and requires patience but Dr. Spencer is in no rush. Hopefully the final result would provide a more pliant, resilient hair, a merging of natural fiber and synthetic polymer. Trusting his colleague to do good work Dr. Spencer turns his attention back to the other, more surgical tasks at hand. Like a gardener grooming a new batch of flowers he turns back to Terry, snapping on some latex glove to resume his work ‘in the garden.’
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With the care of a manicurist Spencer carefully washes and then softens the girl’s nails with a chemical bath. Carefully slipping the nails off of her body he spritzes an antibiotic over the newly exposed soft tissue underneath. The sedated girl moans in pain but her sluggish body remains pliant and malleable.
Taking care not to nick an artery the Doctor next operates on her fingers, removing her middle finger completely from both hands and then severing the ligaments that allow the woman finer muscle control over her fingers. Her now clumsy ‘four-fingered’ hands are held up to a cauterizing agent slowly begins burning the palm lines and fingerprints off (causing scarring in the process.) The follow-up treatment calls for moisturizer and chemical baths until the surface of the skin is soft, smooth and uniform.
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The mutilated digits are given a rest to heal. After several days the soft spots under the fingernails are up to the same firmness as the rest of the hand, and the burns have healed so that the frequently moisturized flesh more resembles a mitt. Holding the index finger and ring finger from her right hand next to one another (as the middle finger is now absent) and carefully applying a corrosive agent that dissolves the touching flesh slightly, Dr. Spencer coaxes the newly damaged skin to heal up into a mated unit through slow and deliberate machinations that trick the wound into closing up over itself.
The finished heal-over joins the two fingers together. Satisfied with this delicate task, Dr. Spencer begins on the next one; the work is very arduous and painstaking. He leaves the thumbs separate and functional, while the three remaining fingers are slowly joined into one large mitt.
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Once each hand is a soft palm on a mitten-like paw, the Doctor turns his attention to the feet. During the rejoining process he induces each wound to heal in cycles, keeping the body ‘lubricated’ with electrolytes and watching the blood pressure to ensure that the manipulation of her body’s healing process is not taxing her unduly. When her body has been asked to heal as much as it can during a period of time he stops and allows her semi-conscious form to rest.
It is a slow and artful process, tricking the skin into thinking it has not finished its job, adding layers to the feet to give them more padding and eventually mating them into single units (all toes joined together) in the process. The toenails are removed in the same manner as the hands and when the feet have healed the padding begins again. Careful to guide it to its intended shape, removing the arch of the foot through subtle manipulation of injuring and healing the skin eventually each foot resembles a rain boot made of flesh, soft, round, and playful.
Chapter 3, Ninny
Nanny
Before beginning any of these surgeries Dr. Spencer had started the girl on proven brainwashing techniques. Slipping a pair of headphones on over her ears he left her eyes uncovered so that he could better get biofeedback. Using only audio stimulus would take longer but the methods used in the transformation process were slow and, unless she proved especially willful, in her sedated state she would be more susceptible to the forming messages telling her about her new role in life.
As Herbert Spencer continued with the delicate physical changes that were necessary in preparing a new preschool teacher the voices and messages fed into the vulnerable Terry’s head effected subtle mental changes. It wouldn’t do for her personality to be entirely obliterated, after all a monotone and dull teacher isn’t nearly as effective as a bright and cheery one. The lessons she was learning told her all about teaching children, the wording and repetitions had been carefully hand-crafted by Streuth after his interview with the women. He had, of course, next conducted a more probing interview with the drugged young lady, her semi-conscious mind easily plumbed with the truth serum it had been fed.
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After reviewing the background information he had obtained Streuth had played up her insecurities and self doubts to assure her that she did indeed belong in this world, and that what mattered was teaching young children and being loving and kind and obedient to them. So long as she listened to what she was told she would be happy and loved and cherished… that word was repeated several times in the session, she would be cherished, she was promised, so long as she was a good girl and played with the children, doing what they said and being cuddly towards them, ever giving of herself.
That was the key to life, she was taught, to give, always give, and never ask or question, to give of herself, to be kind and generous and obedient and cherished by the children.
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The finished product almost nearing completion the new hair finally arrived. Dr. Spencer put the nude and hairless young woman into a full-body tank to better adapt to the new addition. It was important that her body not reject the new hair. The relaxing agent in the tank with her would make her body more pliant and receptive to the new graft.
The hair was painstakingly re-grafted before she was placed into the tank. It was seeded onto her body in a nice, plush, even coat. As Spencer worked the new hair onto the unwitting body he hummed to himself and considered his model off to the side, a white plush teddy bear, and noted where the new bright white hair did and did not go (everywhere except for her palms, her large tits, and a small area around her vagina.)
Clucking to himself for his carelessness he plucked a hair he had just replanted close to the left eye; he had gone too close again. He reminded himself that with this model the eyes were kept visible rather than hidden behind hair. With some models of teaching aids the eyes are obscured behind plush in order to take away the ability for the children to identify with the object as a person. Consulting his chart gain Dr. Spencer sighed and prepped the girl for a procedure he had failed to execute.
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With the precision and deftness of a surgeon who has completed the procedure many times Dr. Spencer widened the woman’s eyes, tucking the skin around the eyeballs to show more of the orb and giving her the wide-eyed innocent look familiar in many children’s cartoon characters and Japanese anime. Giving the work his clinical inspection (the dull eyes staring back in their drugged state) Spencer began the cosmetic work on the orbs themselves. Part chemical and part contact lenses the final effect after the procedure was to cause the iris to appear bright blue and the white of the cornea to be a more pure white. The ever-open eyes would be kept moist and protected from dust by the almost-impermeable lens which sat atop it. Vision was sacrificed in order to accommodate aesthetics; Teddy would only be able to make out vague shapes and outlines.
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Finally ready for the tank the young woman is fed air, glucose and other necessary life items via tubing while her body adjusts to its new coat of ‘fur.’ Watching the monitors astutely for signs of bio-rejection Dr. Spencer finds the work tedious and calls in a young assistant who is eager to learn under the expert direction of the esteemed surgeon.
Sitting down to enjoy the newspaper and smoke his cigar Spencer supervises as his assistant monitors the vitals and ensures that there are no complications during this vital part of the transformation process. Additionally, while the Doctor snoozes the assistant maliciously adjusts the amount of growth hormone the lady is receiving intravenously, changing the projected final cup size of her breasts from a DD to the more grotesque and cumbersome F cups. Glancing at the admission sheet the assistant snickers as he notes that the initial cup size of the subject was a C cup. “Have fun carrying those around,” he sneers loudly, waking Dr. Spencer in the process.
Yawning as he wakes up Dr. Spencer ignores the lad after asking if everything is continuing apace and receiving an affirmative answer. The new cup size is not noticed until after two weeks at which time the young woman is almost ready to come out of the tank and emerge the beautiful butterfly which Cherish expects her to be.
Chapter 4, Terry Bear
A gorgeously dehumanized figure emerges from the tank, looking nothing less than a super model for plush animals the Doctor smiles to himself and then starts the girl back on her mental training. At this stage she is ready to come to terms with her role and to start the next phase of her body conditioning, she is almost ready to ‘teach’ the children.
Opening a tub of the BMB0 drug (in a tasty vanilla paste) the Doctor dollops a nice spoonful onto the ‘table’ in front of the young woman. She has been seated into a high chair (as she would make a mess eating on the ‘big, comfy couch’) and is ready to learn how to teach the children by example.
Waking up fully for the first time in months the girl is at first scared and reluctant to accept her surroundings. She at first feels as though she has been kidnapped and is being held against her will (a perfectly valid reaction which she is assured is simply a paranoid delusion.) “Eat and be happy, be cherished, obey and be happy, be happy and loved and cared for,” Spencer repeats as a mantra before rolling his eyes and pushing the button to bring in a nurse to do this menial task.
Relaxing back into his chair the Doctor once again takes a nap as the Teddy is put through her paces, her crying and caterwauling compared to that of a babies and ridiculed until she stops her whining and faces the orderly who is now cajoling her to eat her food. Still not sure what is going on but extremely hungry the freakish woman begins eating some of the food which will start her on the path from a plush animal to a ‘stuffed’ animal (giving her a more rotund proportion as the insidious formula causes her to retain more fat.)
Eventually calmed and re-started on the brainwashing campaign the Teddy is left to eat the BMB0 formula that would cause her body to become more round and chubby over the next few weeks. Her arm fat and legs and thighs develop nicely; her love handles fill out and her chest rounds out making her more portly and cuddly. The offending orbs that jut rudely from her chest a sharp reminder of the artificiality of the creation.
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Finally fully on her diet and round where it counted the young Teddy was ready to be introduced to her new class. Her plush white hair coated her body in an even manner, her mitten hands and soft round, featureless feet emitted signs of harmlessness. Her rotund belly and torso accented her pudgy, cuddly furry softness. Her cute, round, defenseless body was ready to be put into the toddlers room.
Her mind, awash with new sensations and a sense of harmony with her new position in life (thanks to Streuth’s insistent messages) and her soft, cuddly body full and content on the milk she drank out of her nursey-cup (to better teach the children.) She was all ready for her big day.
Epilogue, the conditioning wears off
When first she had been put into the room she had been filled with joy. She was going to bring happiness and contentment to the lives of these youngsters; she was going to make a difference. The brainwashing had prepared her to be a warm, cuddly teacher to young boys.
Just as the warmth and comfort of the programming was wearing off (as she was readied for transportation to the nursery) she found that she was unable to talk (her vocal cords had been cut shortly before the haze had cleared in her mind) and movement was very difficult given her soft, weak body. Furthermore it dawned on her that she might not be wearing a ‘teaching’ suit, as Streuth’s subliminals had assured her.
Instead she was immediately disconcerted because instead of teaching young minds valuable lessons of math or English she instead found that the room she was to be placed into contained babies. About to be deposited into a room in the nursery to act as entertainment for teething toddlers she would soon found herself in her own personal hell.
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Shortly before being placed in the room with the temper-tantrum tots large fuzzy ears had been put over her own, adding to the resemblance to a stuffed animal. She was still able to hear (although it was mostly caterwauling and shrill crying) through the situation of speakers inside of the fake ears.
Additionally a large pink plastic-like nose was fitted onto her face giving her the adorable look that is so characteristic and prevalent on Teddy Bears. During this time the conditioning had worn off fully and she had struggled to resist the additional desecrations of her face as it was made less and less human but was unable to protest in any real fashion.
Large, fake eyelashes had been secured to her eyelids accentuating the bright-eyed look that is customary on children’s dolls. Shown what she looked like in a mirror mere moments before being imprisoned in the nursery room she quickly found herself trapped and vulnerable, a large stuffed Teddy for a bunch of baby boys who latched onto her as a source of amusement and plaything.
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The school mandates state that each female put into service in the manner that Terry now was had to be conditioned to minimize the shock and trauma of serving in such mentally hellish conditions. The brainwashing was supposed to supplant their original personality and gift them with the countenance and bliss of acting as a cartoon-like character. It was not the intention of the Town Council for this station to be a cruel or unusual experience for the young maid. Rather, it was hoped that she would take pride in her instrumental upbringing of the young boys.
Streuth had been in charge of the programming however, and had purposefully allowed it to be a temporary gift, the messages changing slightly towards the end, coaxing her up to full consciousness after she had passed the mental inspection of the male psychologist inspecting the new babysitter. Smiling evilly down at her into her reawakening eyes Streuth gave her a knowing grin before signing off on the duration of her service, gifting her to the town’s school system ‘For Life’ he checked off on the contract.
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Over the months that followed she became trapped in her mind: each day her interactions were only with the young children. She could not communicate with them in any human manner, forcing her to lower herself to their mental level in order to have any interaction at all. She had been relegated to providing entertainment for them (they gooed at her and watched happily as she acted like a funny toy when she tried to move around or mouth words to them.)
She tried in vain to express herself in a human manner but her carefully crafted façade ensured that her body language was interpreted by the young minds as playful dolly movements. Each day she had only her own mind to keep her company, and the young tykes abused her body as they treated it like their own playground.
Her large tits wobbled around when she tried to move and these entranced many of the young ones who would sit and watch them for minutes at a time. Other times they would climb on her like she was a fluffy mountain and sometimes they would teeth on her, pulling painfully at her fur.
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She sometimes wanted desperately to masturbate, her sexual needs given no outlet for relief, and had to content herself to looking forward to the few times when all of the youngsters happened to fall asleep at the same time (which happened rarely) so that she could frig herself while the children slept. Since there was no scheduled night and day (the windowless nursery functioned 24/7) she was very embarrassed when the young males would wake up and catch her playing with herself. After awhile they became curious and would crawl over to her to inspect or poke at her wet vagina.
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The only time she got even any semblance of human interaction was when the nursemaids ‘walked’ into the room (their truncated forms waddling in on shortened legs, their enormous teats close to the ground and easier for the toddlers to reach.) The nursemaids would feed the children and change and powder them. Each child would be washed and then re-clothed to begin the next daycycle. The whole time Teddy’s eyes would look on imploringly but the nursemaids knew better than to take note of her or make eye contact. They would exit after giving the room a good cleaning and performing general room maintenance (including feeding and washing the room’s Teddy.)
After they left they would waddle next door, the nursemaids kept on a busy schedule as they went from room to room (each one occupied by a few boys and a cuddly Teddy,) servicing each room of the nursery as they carried out their routine.
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She tried to think of herself as a person, but as the days went by she thought of herself more and more as an amusing object, coming to see herself in the manner that the children saw her. She had stopped thinking of them even as her peers when for the hundredth time she wished that she could move like they could. In her docile state, thinking of herself more as an object as time went on she began to identify with the other inanimate objects in the room, taking pride when a child would stop playing with a toy and turn its attention to her instead:
She loathed the times of the day when the TV would automatically turn on and the children would all turn their attention away from her. When the TV came on she was no match for its entertainment value.
While she was slowly becoming more content to serve as a pillow, or a largely inanimate babysitter, objectified and reduced to the status of a plush companion for the tots, the TV trumped her every time.
She gazed angrily up at it, hating it for taking away her playmates, the only humans she ever interacted with, the teething toddlers who viewed her as a bizarre toy. Looking up at the TV she loathed it and was jealous of it. She peered at it with hating eyes—which softened, and then, eventually, relented and watched it as well.
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Alone, with only the demanding brats as her company, forced to serve in her reduced capacity to the developing ids of the young males, she watched the cuddly animated plush animals on TV, envying them, and mesmerized by the television.
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Eventually the day came when the tots were moved up to the next part of the school; they were ready for kindergarten and a real teacher. They would be moving on to a room with a window and a scheduled day rather than the endless playtime in the nursery. The Teddy watched them as they were picked up and moved on, she had become attached to them and felt she deserved something for having tended to them all of this time. Receiving not so much as a thank you or notice for her service she was rewarded simply by having a new load of young toddlers dumped into the room with her.
Every time they got to the point where she thought she might make the impression on them that she was more than just a silly doll, a toy or an animal they were moved up to start real school, and she was given a new batch of baby males to ‘make the right impression on’ as a female.
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by Alex Streuth
Literary Notes: This piece is a result of an entry into the
Open Transformation Contest. The winning
entrant laid out the desired transformation from living breathing female to the
largely inanimate and mocking form of Teddy Bear, and I was happy to give this
abstract the full treatment you see above.
Congratulations Relee S., I hope you enjoy this story.
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Lastly, the author disclaims
that outside of the realm of fantasy none of these types of
behaviors and/or ideas are healthy much less conscionable. It is my intention to provide a well-written
adult story that allows the reader to indulge in their darker appetites. Feedback is welcomed, you may write me at Streuthanasia@gmail.com
Reader suggestions are always
welcomed and I am sure if you have a specific situation, person, item of
clothing, object, body part or interaction etc. that you wish inserted into the
busy schedules of the exacting Dr. Spencer and Mr. Streuth please do not
hesitate to contact me regarding it. I
will see it I can fit your order into their schedule, or bring it up at the
next Cherish Board meeting. –AS
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