I had arrived at my friend's house no more than ten minutes ago, since he was practically begging me to come over to see something "really neat that I'll really like". I didn't really feel like leaving the house -- I was, truth be told, a bit depressed -- but I showered and got dressed, heading over. Being around Alex always made me feel better anyway. He was my best friend for as long as I could remember, and we had a lot in common, too; we were both young males, for example, and we were both bisexual. We weren't a couple or anything, though. We thought about it once, but we realized that we were friends for too long and it just seemed kind of weird to us. So we were just best friends.

     When I got to his place, he was practically bouncing up and down at the door waiting for me. Before I could even knock, he pulled it open, grabbed my hand, and dragged me into the bedroom with him, kicking the front door closed with his foot on his way. There, laying on the bed, was a large fox. Not a real one, though -- a stuffed one. It was practically as big as I was. I blinked.
     "It... it's a fox," I said, unable to really think of anything else to say.
     "Oh, come on now! You know you like foxes. At least try to show a little more enthusiasm," he teased. He was right, though. I loved foxes -- I thought they were beautiful creatures, and I really wanted to just dive on the bed and give it a big hug. Of course, I thought Alex would think I was just silly and immature if I wanted to hug a stuffed animal, so I pretended to act indifferent.
     "It's great, really. I think it's..."
     "He's," Alex interrupted, correcting me. "It's a he, and he's very well made," he added with a grin.
     "Okay, he. He's really cute. But what did you get him for?" Alex just smiled.
     "Look more closely at him." I then noticed that most of the stuffing was in a bag, laying on the bed next to him, and there was a large tear in the seam going down his back. I sat on the bed next to it, looking inside. There was still a bit of stuffing inside, but not much. "I found him at the new ninety-nine cent store that opened up a few blocks down the street. I was just looking around at everything, but I found him, just like that, among some other stuffed animals. He had a collar on, and tied to the collar was that bag of stuffing. And I knew you liked foxes. But something inside me... something just said to buy him. And now I know why."
     "Why?"
     Alex smiled. "Try getting inside him."
     "What?! What do you mean get inside of him?" I asked.
     "It wouldn't hurt to try, would it?" Alex pleaded. "Just think of it like you're putting on a Halloween costume." I sighed. I felt really silly, but I nodded.
     "Oh, all right. But I'm probably too big."

     I stood up, and picked up the fox, but Alex stopped me.
     "I think you should take off your clothes first," he said. I blushed -- I had been naked around Alex before, but never for anything like this. "Oh, come on, don't be embarrassed," he said, chuckling. "It's not like I haven't seen you before." I finally complied, removing my clothes. I picked up the fox again, holding the sewn skin before me, facing away from me. I first put my right leg in, working it down into the fox's rear right leg. While it was a snug (and even a bit tight) fit, the fabric the skin was sewn from was just stretchy enough to accommodate my entire leg. I then put my left leg into the fox's rear left leg, pulling the skin up to my waist, his tail resting just above that. I pulled the front of the fox up, putting my right arm into his front right leg. I used my other hand to pull the fox's skin up to my shoulders -- just like the legs, a very snug, almost perfect fit -- then tried to put my left arm into the remaining leg. However, the fox's paws were practically nothing more than furry stumps, and I was unable to get my arm in. Alex, who had been sitting on the bed and watching, got up and came over, helping to pull the remaining arm up snugly onto my own. He finished by pulling the fox's head over my own, smoothing it down. The fox, however, had solid eyes, and I was unable to see as I quickly found out. I had no problems breathing, though. Alex chuckled, amused.
     "How do I look?" I asked sarcastically. In reality, though, I knew how I looked. I was inside a stuffed fox. I was inside his sewn skin, I was his stuffing; the only hint that a human was inside was the slit in the seam I got in through, starting just below my neck, going down my back, and ending just before the fox's tail.
     "You look absolutely adorable. Hold on just a second. I need to add three finishing touches."
     "What finishing touches?" I first heard a plastic bag, and suddenly felt Alex reaching into the back of the suit, feeling soft material against my skin. "What are you doing?"
     "Re-stuffing the fox... I mean, you," he giggled. Little by little he began to add the original stuffing around me, down my arms and legs, in my tail to give it a full and fluffy feel, all around my torso, some down by my crotch to keep my member from poking against the fox's skin, and even a little in my head to keep the fox's head shape. I felt a bit odd, but I still felt strangely interested by being inside the fox.
     "So what's the next finishing touch?" I asked. I felt Alex doing something around my neck.
     "There. I just put the collar that came with him back on." Alex looked me over again. "You just look so cute! Turn around, let me see!" I slowly turned around, even making an effort to shake my butt a little bit so the fox's tail wagged. I heard Alex begin to dig around in a drawer.
     "All right, so what's the last one?" I found out as I felt him begin to do something by the torn seam in the back. "What are you doing?" I asked.
     "Sewing my new plush fox back up," he said simply. I was speechless. What sort of crazy idea was he getting?, I wondered to myself. "You see, before you came over, I tried re-stuffing him. But there wasn't enough there. I figured with a little extra filling, that should be more than enough, and I was right! That was the perfect amount with you inside!"
     "I think you've gone far enough. Stop sewing, and help me out of this."
     "Oh, please? Just for a little bit?" he begged. I sighed. Alex had done some favors for me before, I figured this was the least I could do to repay him.
     "All right. But just for a little while!" Alex hugged me tightly.
     "Thank you!" With that, he got back to sewing.

     In a few minutes, Alex ran his hand down my back. I couldn't feel it too much now -- not only was there no tear in the seam, he had put a little extra stuffing back there, too, so that I was completely encased. He led me to the bed, where I laid down on my belly. Alex sat on the bed next to me, petting my back gently.
     "How long do you want me to stay like this?" I asked.
     "I don't know," Alex mumbled. He sounded kind of disappointed that I brought it up. After all, he was obviously enjoying this immensely, and I was too, in a way. I wouldn't mind staying in it forever, I thought to myself, if it weren't for the fact that I had to do things like eat and sleep and go to the bathroom and such.

     Neither one of us said or did anything for a few minutes. Alex, as far as I could tell through the stuffing and fabric, was still hugging me tightly, and I really didn't have anything to say. Every so often I would move around a bit inside the fox, moving against the stuffing and fabric to try to get myself comfortable. The stuffing he had put inside felt weird against my skin -- not in a bad way, just different. Alex poked me in the belly and tickled me there, not that I could really feel it.
     "Hello, foxie!" he giggled. I just lifted up my paw, waving back to him.
     "I still feel so silly," I said, trying not to move my mouth much to keep the stuffing from getting inside it.
     "Well, don't," Alex said with a smile. "I still think you're adorable like that." With that, he laid back down again, hugging me again.

     After a half an hour or so, I began to feel weird. My skin was beginning to get a tingly feeling from the stuffing being against me. I tried to stretch, but my limbs felt stiff. Probably from laying there still so long, I figured. I finally managed to get onto all fours, although my legs felt wobbly.
     "Alex, I think I want out now."
     "But why?" he asked, sadly.
     "I just feel weird, and I'm itchy all over," I complained. Alex whined.
     "Oh, please? Just a little while longer, please?" I sighed. This seemed important to him, and it was the least I could do. I just nuzzled him and laid back down again, feeling the familiar feeling of his arms around me.
     "Thank you, foxie," he said, smiling. "And if you're itchy, I'll scratch you!" Alex began to lightly scratch me, starting under my neck. It felt very good, especially since the stuffing was beginning to feel a bit irritating. He continued scratching my belly, my back, even behind my ears. It felt good, and I sighed happily, leaning my head against him. He just continued to pat my head gently.

     It was then that I noticed something beginning to feel very strange. He was scratching the fox very lightly, but I felt almost as if he was scratching me directly. I also suddenly became aware of the fact that I was starting to be able to see, although very dimly, through the fox's eyes. I could see vague outlines in the room. My breathing began to slow, but I felt as if I didn't even need to breathe. I was beginning to get scared.
     "Alex!" I tried to say, but my mouth barely worked, not getting anything more than a muffled "mmmph" out. I tried to pull away, but my arms refused to move. I tried with all my might to move something -- anything -- on my body, but it was as if I was paralyzed.
     "So do you want out now?" Alex asked with a slight, knowing giggle. I tried to say "Yes, please! Let me out!", but my mouth refused to work. He waited a few seconds for a response, then hugged me again, laughing. "I guess not. That woman was right! That magic stuffing really did work!" He picked me up (with no effort), taking me over to the mirror. My vision was still very blurred, but I could see the basic shape of Alex holding a huge stuffed fox. He squeezed me tightly, practically bringing his arms together around my stomach. It should have hurt, but all I felt was a tingly sensation as my body filled back out again as he loosened his grip. I realized my entire body had turned into stuffing.

     "And now I have my very own stuffed fox to snuggle with forever!" He tossed me into the air, catching me, then laid me back down on the bed on my belly, my head resting on his pillow. "Good night, foxie!" he called as he walked off, turning the lights out. I desperately tried to move to find some way out of it, when I realized that I was happy. There was nothing wrong being like this. And I liked it, a lot. If it weren't for the fox's already sewn-in smile and the fact I couldn't even move my mouth, I would have smiled, too. Maybe being Alex's foxie wouldn't be such a bad thing after all...