oh no! a witch has spilled a growing potion on her new plush doll.
it grows and grows, and once it fills half the room, it stops.
the witch considers brewing a shrinking potion to fix her mistake. but shrinking potions are tricky. what if the doll shrinks away smaller and smaller until it is no more? plus, it occurs to her that this doll is bigger than any other witch’s doll. that’s actually pretty special!
the only problem is the doll was lying on her bed, and now the bed is inaccessible. but that problem comes with an easy solution–her giant doll is soft and full of fluff, after all. a perfect nest for a witch.
the witch invites all her friends and their dolls to see her new giant doll. everyone is impressed and envious. they all take photos in front of the giant doll, and lying on the giant doll. then after some months, everyone becomes used to it, and the visits slow and stop. the giant doll doesn’t have very much to say, and it can’t move from its corner, it can only smile and blink, perplexed at its new circumstances.
regular life resumes, only the witch sleeps every night in the arms of her new bed, and her back only hurts a little more than usual.
when the witch takes a lover, sometimes she tries to direct them to the couch, but most of them know of the doll and want to make love on the doll. and the witch can’t say no. the doll looks so welcoming with its giant bedroom eyes. it doesn’t creak or squeak rhythmically like a regular bed does during sex, it just lets out a soft sigh, or a low, vibrating moan. it likes when they lay in its lap, its soft mound gradually growing firmer in response to its witch’s arousal.
one day when the witch tries to make love elsewhere, she realizes something is missing. she thinks of her doll waiting in her room, its giant legs like two pillows spread open to her. she excuses herself and goes home to it.