Plushie Invasion (Private with Emerald)

[GreaterGood]

I climbed out of the crib, going over to the door and trying to open it. I had to find out what was going on, maybe talk to my landlord. Surely he'd know something about this. Did it have something to do with that plushie?

[Emerald]

As you opened the door, you were almost instantly hit with the smell of something being cooked, and as you went to walk forwards...you suddenly bumped into something. When you hit the ground, you'd have to look up and see...the plushie?

[GreaterGood]

"Huh?" I said, "Wait... shouldn't you have fallen... oh, looking at me, talking to a stupid toy."

I started to get up, before suddenly-

"Wait, how did you get there!? What happened!?"

[Emerald]

As you stood up, the plushie soon lunged it's arms at you, scooping you up and bringing you close. It almost seemed as if it was going to crush you now...instead...you were made to feel one of the softest, most cuddly hugs ever as you were pulled towards its chest. And then it spoke.

"Awwwww, is mama's wittle kitty awake now? Or do they need to nappy a bit longer? You seem quite grumpy, after all."

[GreaterGood]

"Hey! Mama? Kitty? What are you talking about!?"

I immediately tried to get out of her arms, kicking and thrashing in this odd cradle-hug.

"I don't know what you did to this house, but I need you to un-do it right now!"

[Emerald]

"Shhhh, it's okay sweetie...relax for Mama...just relax...sink into the hug..."

The jaguar plushie spoke softly and sweetly, waiting for you to calm down. Her body was so soft, and being between her chest must've felt good, since...wait, did this stuffed animal have breasts?

[GreaterGood]

I refused to stop struggling, letting her know I was probably going to be significantly tougher to handle than an actual baby. While all of this was happening, I tried to see what she was wearing.

"C'mon, lemme go! I'm a grown man! I have a degree in accounting!"

[Emerald]

It seemed like the plushie hardly had any time to put something on to imitate being human, only really having that apron. She did seem to have a set of "hair" on top of her head at least, but that wasn't the concern. Especially as she started to cradle you.

"Shhh, its ok...just relax for mommy, my little kitty...we'll get you all nice and relaxed...maybe lay you back down to help you feel comfy...breakfast can wait, right now, mommy's gonna care for you..."

[GreaterGood]

I didn't relent in my struggle against the cat-plush-woman-thing, showing a different tactic might be required. One meant for dealing with proper brats, or newborns too fussy to make their own choices or understand reason.

[Emerald]

As you whined and struggled, she gently walked over to where she was making breakfast and took the pan off the stove, then got back to tending to you. She planted a kiss upon your face, making sure to calm you down before she resorted to a much more painful method.