Pedo Plushie/Giraffe, Make your eyes twinkle
From Create Your Own Story
You call upon you demonic powers and make your black plastic eyes sparkle like cut gems, twinkling like the brightest stars. The boy stares, almost hypnotized, until his mother comes over, looking for him.
"Did you find something you like, Jacob?" she asks.
"Can I have the giraffe, Mommy? Please?"
She looks at your price tag. "Okay, honey," she says, and he dances around, grinning as she picks you up and carries you to the checkout counter. The cashier puts you in a bag and you leave the store. Once in the car, Jacob takes you out of the bag and hugs you, squeezing your stuffing and petting your long, soft neck. You sigh happily.
At home, he carries you everywhere with him, including into the bathroom, and your black eyes fill with lust as you watch him pee, then shake the drips off his little cock and tuck it back into his Superman underwear. Dinner takes forever, but then it's bath time, and you watch from the counter as he strips off his clothes and climbs into the tub, playing with some plastic boats as he works on soaping up and washing off. You wish you could join him, but his parents are still awake and your true magic doesn't work except during the hours after midnight and before dawn.
He gets out of the bath and dries off, and you imagine yourself as that towel, rubbing and caressing every inch of his young body. You notice that he spends more time than necessary drying his crotch, fondling his prepubescent nutsack and stroking his cock, making his little manhood hard. He jumps guiltily when someone knocks on the door.
"C'mon, Jacob, don't spend all night in there. Time for bed," his mother says.
"Okay, Mommy," he says and quickly pulls on his Spiderman pajamas. He takes you to his room and you are tucked into bed with him. He gets a kiss good night and then she leaves, turning out the light and closing the door. Jacob snuggles down, his arms wrapped around you, and falls asleep.
You wait, patient now that your prey is within reach. You hear his parents turn off the TV and go to bed, and you wait for the clock downstairs to strike midnight. When it does, you smile to yourself, feeling your body fill with demonic magic. Now the fun starts.
