Build a Girl, in Prose

Sandra examined the limp bear skin her sister had held up to her. They were in a Build-A-Bear Workshop, making a bear as a birthday present to Sandra’s little sister Kacie. They had spent the last few minutes choosing a bear, and Kacie had already changed her mind several times.

“So you’re sure this is the one you want, Kacie?”

“Yes, yes, yes!” the little girl cried, jumping up and down.

Sandra smiled at her sister’s enthusiasm. Sandra was 20 years old, and was 16 when Kacie was born, but that hadn’t stopped her from loving her baby sister. She always took care of the little four-year-old when their parents were out, which was often. But she didn’t mind; Kacie was just so much fun.

Sandra took the bear skin from Kacie and approached an employee with a nametag that said “Amy” on it. The woman looked up and greeted them with a smile.

“Have you got your bear all chosen? Okay, then, I’ll show you how to stuff it.”

She led them over to a large machine with glass windows that showed the huge piles of stuffing within. The woman showed them a nozzle on the side.

“Just place the open seam on your bear over the nozzle; it will stuff it automatically. And be careful: it’s pretty powerful.”

Amy smiled again and left them to greet other customers. Sandra looked down at Kacie.

“Do you want me to stuff the bear, Kacie, or can you do it?”

Kacie jumped up and down again. “I’ll do it!”

Sandra smiled and handed her the bear. The little girl eagerly placed the bear on the nozzle, but was startled by the loud rush of air that signaled the machine’s turning on. Her grip loosened on the bear, and it shot off of the nozzle and onto the ground. Sandra smiled sympathetically.

“Here, I’ll do it, Kace,” she said, bending down to pick up the bear. As she grabbed the limp piece of fabric, her butt bumped against the nozzle, and Sandra froze as she heard the machine’s discharge of air.

The next part happened so fast that she had no time to react. As the machine thrummed, it began to pump stuffing into her butt with extreme speed. Sandra felt the waistband of her skirt stretch as her belly filled with stuffing. Her shirt became un-tucked by her expanding breasts, and her back filled out with stuffing as well. In a few moments Sandra’s torso had become shaped like an overstuffed pillow. Her flailing legs hit the machine and pushed her off the nozzle, and Sandra sat horror-struck, staring at her body.

Amy came running over, looking concerned. “I told you to be careful around that machine.”

“I just bent over to pick up the bear I dropped!” replied Sandra, pushing a hand into one of her monstrous breasts and watching as the depression slowly evened back out. “What am I going to do?”

The two were interrupted by a squeal of glee. Kacie jumped onto Sandra’s back, hugging her tightly.

“You’re so soft, Sandy! You’re a great big teddy bear now! This is the bestest present in the world!”

“There’s a stuffing remover in the back room,” said Amy. “If you like, we could...”

She stopped as Sandra got unsteadily to her feet, still feeling her soft pillowy breasts. She took a step forward, falling back down from the unfamiliar weight, her soft belly cushioning her fall.

“Uh, that’s alright, I think I’m fine. How about I come back in a week and do that?”

“Er...” stuttered Amy, “Uhh.... O-Okay...”

Sandra smiled and walked out of the shop, Kacie bouncing around her and talking, “We’re gonna have so much fun! We’re gonna have tea parties, and sleep together, and watch TV, and you’re going to be my big fluffy Sandy-bear...”