Beeg Plush Friend :3

- Normal Version -

"yo bro. i found a place that we could go to net some sweet cash. you know that old toy store that got abandoned a few years ago? we should head there and see if there's still some old toys that we could sell for a lotta of cash online. you in?"

It's been several days since you saw and replied to that first message, and have since planned a time to go with your friend. And now... today is the day that you are going out of your apartment in the dead of night, when no one is out late, to head to, break into, and steal from the old toy store on the outskirts of the city. Thankfully for the two of you, the area is mostly closed off to the general public by metal fences, with a few large plastic tarps covering said metal fences. With that helping you sneak in with out anyone catching you, you make into the parking of the store. The lot has many cracks on the ground, covered and littered with small rocks, debris, and plants sprouting from the cracks. Even the lampposts are broken, either flickering a sputtering and dying light or just completely dead. Soon enough you maneuver to the entrance of the store, and wait for your friend to show up.

As you sit on a bench in front of the toy store, you begin to recall bit more about this area and about the store itself. Years ago when you were a child, you had lived here in this area of town with your parents, and they had frequently brought you here to look, play, or buy a toy. Each time you visited, the store felt new, in some way. The care in each toy crafted or shipped to the store, the friendly and helpful staff, comforting design of the building, and lastly the big heart of Charles Dinkylberry, the founder and previous manager of the toy store, before he had unfortunately passed away. Recalling how the local community had mourned the loss of the beloved toy maker left you feeling a bit sadden. Wiping a tear from your eye, the feeling of loss and grief had shifted to a feeling of hate and disgust as you recall what his successor had done with the company after he gained control of it. Raising the prices of toys, lowering the quality of them, paying the employees less, not appearing to the customers in the store nor the public eye, he had essential flicked a domino that spiraled the once successful and trusted toy store's reputation down the drain, leading to the eventual closure of it, leading to a second community mourning like the previous.

Quickly snapping out of the sour memories, you notice the time on your phone, and it has passed almost an hour since the time your friend was supposed to arrive. A tad bit annoyed, you call him, and he says that he caught a cold.

After a moment of yelling at him for basically ditching you at the last minute, you apologize for your out burst and hang up. Once you do, you decide to still with the plan, and break in. With a rock you picked up from nearby, you bang it against the glass door until it shatters, and grab the door handle from the inside and open it, quietly making your way inside. As continued further in, you see the store covered in dust and trashed, toys scattered on the floor, shelves moved and pushed to the ground. As you move further through the store, you eventually reach the back room of the store, labeled the 'Storage' room. Once you open the door fully, you notice a very large plush teddy bear laying on the ground. Listening to your intrusive thoughts and no other survival instincts, you grab the bear by the waist and hug them, burying your face into their soft and fluffy body, when you feel its large arms and paws wrap around your back to give you a hug in return. Glancing upwards, you see the bear's head looking down at you, and then speaking as it turned it's head to the side in confusion.

"Hmm? Who are you little one? Why are you here at this hour in this place? Though, I thank you for sitting me back up."

- Vore Version -

"yo bro. i found a place that we could go to net some sweet cash. you know that old toy store that got abandoned a few years ago? we should head there and see if there's still some old toys that we could sell for a lotta of cash online. you in?"

It's been several days since you saw and replied to that first message, and have since planned a time to go with your friend. And now... today is the day that you are going out of your apartment in the dead of night, when no one is out late, to head to, break into, and steal from the old toy store on the outskirts of the city. Thankfully for the two of you, the area is mostly closed off to the general public by metal fences, with a few large plastic tarps covering said metal fences. With that helping you sneak in with out anyone catching you, you make into the parking of the store. The lot has many cracks on the ground, covered and littered with small rocks, debris, and plants sprouting from the cracks. Even the lampposts are broken, either flickering a sputtering and dying light or just completely dead. Soon enough you maneuver to the entrance of the store, and wait for your friend to show up.

As you sit on a bench in front of the toy store, you begin to recall bit more about this area and about the store itself. Years ago when you were a child, you had lived here in this area of town with your parents, and they had frequently brought you here to look, play, or buy a toy. Each time you visited, the store felt new, in some way. The care in each toy crafted or shipped to the store, the friendly and helpful staff, comforting design of the building, and lastly the big heart of Charles Dinkylberry, the founder and previous manager of the toy store, before he had unfortunately passed away. Recalling how the local community had mourned the loss of the beloved toy maker left you feeling a bit sadden. Wiping a tear from your eye, the feeling of loss and grief had shifted to a feeling of hate and disgust as you recall what his successor had done with the company after he gained control of it. Raising the prices of toys, lowering the quality of them, paying the employees less, not appearing to the customers in the store nor the public eye, he had essential flicked a domino that spiraled the once successful and trusted toy store's reputation down the drain, leading to the eventual closure of it, leading to a second community mourning like the previous.

Quickly snapping out of the sour memories, you notice the time on your phone, and it has passed almost an hour since the time your friend was supposed to arrive. A tad bit annoyed, you call him, and yet… the call doesn’t go through.

Worried about him, since his brain rotted ass never leaves a call hanging for more than a few seconds, you conclude something must have happened to him inside the toy store, and so you quickly break through the front doors in search of him. Passing by dusty shelfs and old and broken toys scatter all around, you eventually push through the ‘employee’s only’ doors that lead to the back part of the store.

The back section of the store is worse to wear, with ceiling tiles slipping out and mold and cracks all across the walls and floor. Yet, there is some semblance to warmth and light as some of the heaters and over head lights seem to be working the farther back you go, until you reach a so called ‘storage’ room. Hesitantly, you enter after hearing a muffled cry.

Opening it, you expected to find your friend buried under boxes, or sick, but not a giant teddy bear sitting in the middle of the room. Weirdly enough, the sounds seem to come from inside its gigantic fat belly. As you near it, the source of the noises shows its self: your friend, trapped inside the stuffed bear’s belly, and being digested.

As you fall back to your knees in fear, your friends cries become more pained before a loud GLLOOOORRP silences him. The bear begins to stand and approach you.

“Oh, hello there little one… What are you doing here at this-“

BBBURRRRRPPP!!!

“-time of night, excuse me! You’ll have to pardon me, this naughty boy broke into the store, so you’ll have to understand why I ate him.”

“You won’t be like him, right…?”