It was a cold March morning as a 747 passenger plane landed at the London Heathrow Airport. Inside the plane, Patrick sat looking out the side window, watching as the plane slowly taxied up to the terminal. Before long, he and the other passengers were able to exit the plane. Patrick grabbed his carry on bag and walked out into the terminal. After a brief wait at baggage claim for his suitcase, he made his way down to the concourse to meet up with his ride. He looked around for a familiar face, Sammy, the rich young woman who employed the rubber dragon Charlotte. She had invited Patrick over to England to spend the week, which he had gladly accepted. After looking back and forth he didn’t see the familiar red hair, but instead saw a very familiar pink. He moved his head and saw the familiar shape of Charlotte, pink body, black maid outfit, standing there holding a sign with his name on it. He blushed a little and flagged her down as he walked over to her. 


        “Charlotte? You’re looking for Patrick right,” He said, stopping in front of her. 


        “Oh yes sir. Are you Patrick,” She asked in return. 


        “Yeah, I am. Heh, I gotta say I didn’t expect you to be picking me up. But I guess it does make sense,” He said, blushing and rubbing his head.


        “Yes sir. Miss Sammy is very busy this morning and tasked me with retrieving you. Please, follow me,” She said, politely motioning for him to follow her. She then started to walk outside to the parking lot, making cute squeaks as she walked. Patrick blushed and smiled, giggling a little as he followed behind. Charlotte was just as cute in person as she was online in pictures. 


        Before long, the pair made their way out to a brand new pink 2023 Cadillac Escalade. Charlotte went to the rear passenger door and opened it for Patrick to step in. He thanked her and stepped inside before she closed the door. She then walked around to the right side of the vehicle and got in the driver's seat. The pair then headed out of the airport and out into the English countryside. The pair drove for a few hours, giving time for Patrick to enjoy the view and relax from the flight. Along the way he looked up to the front and started to talk to Charlotte.


        “You know you’re very cute in person,” He said complimenting her. 


        “Oh, thank you very much. I get that alot,” She said blushing and smiling.


        “Alot huh? Do you and Sammy get a lot of visitors," he asked curious. 


        “More than you think. But not that many. Sammy is a very busy woman and can only accept visitors when it suits her,” Charlotte said. 


        “Ah, I see. Well count me lucky then,” Patrick said smiling. He then leaned back in his seat and looked back out the window, enjoying the ride.


        Soon, they pulled up to a large lavish estate. A several acre plot of land with a large 2 story Mansion in the rear of the property. Charlotte navigated down the driveway to the front of the manor and parked the car. She then got out and helped Patrick with his luggage inside. She set the bags just inside the door and wiped her feet, instructing Patrick to do the same. She then bowed to him politely . 


        “If you’ll excuse me, I must inform Miss Sammy that you’ve arrived,” She said softly before heading off up a set of curved stairs. 


        Patrick stood there in the entryway looking around at all the interesting decorations. There were various life-like statues, some abstract paintings, and some curious looking vases. One thing that caught his eyes particularly though was a little plush sitting on a marble pedestal. It looked like a little version of Charlotte. He looked at it and smiled as he went up to look at it closer. It was what he thought it was. A little plush version of the maid dragon Charlotte, perfectly stitched down to the last detail. He turned it over and over in his hand, admiring the craftsmanship of it and wondering who had made it. 


        He then felt a prick in his finger, making him drop the plush on the floor and cry out in pain. He looked at his finger, seeing a drop of blood begin to pool up. The maker must have missed a pin when they finished, He thought to himself as he stuck his finger in his mouth to suck up the blood. He then leaned down to pick the plush back up and put it back when he noticed something off with his other hand. The back was starting to take on a bright pink hue and almost looked fabric like. He stared at it in confusion before looking at his other hand. It too was beginning to turn pink and fabric like. He looked at it in a bit of scared confusion as the color started to spread. 


        Patrick began to panic and look around the hall. He must have activated some kind of weird security system. He waved his hands in some vain attempt to get the change off but the color and fabric kept spreading, making his hands lose definition. His fingers began to merge together. He began to breathe heavily and started to fumble with the plush, trying to get it back up on the pedestal. But his hands were too soft and floppy now and the plush simply dropped out like a cheap arcade claw machine. He tried again and again as his hand fully changed into soft pink fabric and polyfill padding. 


        He then felt a new numbness in his feet. He looked down and saw his shoes beginning to tighten and shrink while they changed from their white sneaker color to a smooth black fabric in the form of a formal shoe. He yelped as he fell forward onto his knees and elbows. He looked back and saw not only his feet finishing their changes, but a new num in the waistband of his pants. He watched as the fabric began to change color and push out into a new pink tail. He blushed as he looked at it. 


        “Am I…becoming a Charlotte plush,” He asked no one. “I have to get help.” He grunted and struggled, trying to move closer to any door to try and get help. As he did the changes continued to spread over his body. His arms and legs changed from their familiar flesh and blood, to Fabric and stuffing, matching the plush in front of him. He panted heavily as the changes next got up to his crotch. He let out a moan as he felt his member and bits shrink into his body and smooth over into a perfect black pink patch. Then his chest began to change, starting to shrink down in size to match the plush and making him look ridiculous with a huge head. He took a few last desperate breaths before his insides turned into pure stuffing. His mind panicked as he thought he was going to die, but nothing happened. He felt awake and alert as the changes continued. He watched as his clothes changed with him, becoming the same black and white maids dress Charlotte wore. 


        ‘How in the world is this even possible,’ he thought to himself as his eyes darted around the room. He then felt the changes start to affect his head. It began to shrink down to match the size of his body. A muzzle began to push out of his face and turn into pink fabric. He blinked one last time as his eyes widened into cartoony looking fabric eyes as a smile was stitched into his face. He laid there and felt as the last of his hair shifted into the familiar white maid cap. Then nothing. He was just a plush now, a Charlotte maid plush, like the one he had messed with. He couldn’t move, he could speak, all he could was lay there and stare into the wall.


        As he laid there, he saw his bags sitting by the door. Before long, the bags began to turn translucent and disappear, almost like they never existed in the first place. After a few seconds, they were gone, not a trace of their existence left behind, not even a smudge of dirt from outside. Patrick wondered what was happening, but his thought was interrupted as he heard squeaky footsteps coming down the stairs. ‘Oh good’, he thought, ‘Charlotte is back, she’ll take me to Sammy and we’ll get this fixed.’ He began to smile as Charlotte stopped at the bottom of the stairs. She stood there for a moment, almost in a daze, as she stared off into space.


        “Wait…why did I come down here again,” She said, confused. She then shook her head and looked at the two plushies on the ground. “Oh dear! What a mess! A lorry must have driven by and shaken Miss Sammy’s things around.” She then set about picking up the two plushies. She set the original back on the pedestal, holding the other one in her hand. She flipped it over and over, looking at it in confusion before taking it back upstairs to Sammy. Patrick began to feel dizzy as she did, but glad she had taken notice of him. Sammy soon walked into Sammy’s office, holding the former human turned dragon plush in her hands. 


        “Miss Sammy, I have a question,” Charlotte said to her. 


        “Yes Charlotte what is it,” Sammy said in return. 


        “Did we always have two Charlotte plushies? I could have sworn there was only one when I was dusting it this morning,” Charlotte said, holding Patrick out to her. 


        “Oh yes we have my dear. You must have just forgotten in that silly rubber head of yours. Just leave it on my desk, I'll take care of it. You just get back to work,” Sammy said with a smile. 


        “Yes Ma’am,” Charlotte said, setting Patrick down and leaving the room. Once the door closed, Sammy smiled down at the new plush on her desk. She giggled and reached out, picking him up and looking into his fabric eyes. 


        “New guests always make the same mistake, touching things that don’t belong to them. That’s why I put those spells in place,” She said, petting his head. “I bet you hope I'm going to turn you back. But it's too late for that. Reality has already been altered. You were always a plush, nothing but a Charlotte plush. I’ll alway be aware of what you once were though, makes things more fun. But don’t worry, you’ll be well taken care of here, cuddled every night, kept clean, repaired if you get damaged. Always makes me wonder just how long you last before you too forget what you once were. Engh, doesn’t matter. You’re a plush and always will be.” 


        Patrick looked at her speaking and mentally blushed as he listened to her words. This was going to be his world now, just a simple plush for his mistress. Sammy smiled again and turned in her chair, setting him on a shelf behind her before turning back to work. He sat there for the rest of the day until Sammy went to bed. Charlotte brought him in from the office and gave him to Sammy as she laid in bed. SHe smiled and hugged him tight to her body, pressing him into her breasts as she drifted off to sleep. 


        ‘Maybe this won’t be so bad,’ He thought as he too began to drift off, a simple plush, made to be cuddled and adored forever.