"What!? I'm not gonna clean those! You can just go through the washing machine like usual." You say, not desiring to submit to the will of a plushie.
"I'm sorry, what was that, slave?" She asked, frowning and slowly starting to grow while you shrink.
"I said you can go through the washing machine! You're made of cloth and fluff, I will NOT lick your feet!" You demand, still not noticing the size change...
She growls and pulls you to your feet, her eyes flashing green for a brief moment, blinding you...when you finally get your eye sight back, you were...
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