My life, my lover (c)1998
by Killjoy

"I'm worried about Frank, its just not normal for a boy his age to
carry around a stuffed toy all the time." Mary looked around the
kitchen, making sure they were alone, "I got it for him on his 15th
birth day as sort of a gag gift but, I never thought it would have
lead to this."

"It does seem like a humorous thing and I still don't see what's wrong
with the way he's taken to it." Jenny questioned. "Well, its the way
he's clung to it, he sleeps with it, carries it around all the time
on his shoulder and never goes any where with out it." Mary explained,
"I mean how many 16 year old boys do you know that do that? And the
worse part about it is when I ask him about it, he just tells me
that he loves her and won't be parted with her."

"Her? He thinks it's a her?" Jenny gasped. "Yes! He calls her Measha
and he talks to her." Mary shook her head "I tried to take it away
once and he tackled me and pulled it away, if only you'd seen his
face Jenny. He looked as if he would have hit me if I hadn't let go."
Jenny started to speak but, stopped short as Frank opened the door
and stepped in.

"Hello mother, hello Jenny." he said as he removed his shoes and made
his way into the living room, Mary and Jenny traded glances before
they both got up and headed into the living room after him. Frank was
reclining on the couch, stroking Measha with one hand and changing
channels with the other. Mary and Jenny found seats across the room
from him and watched him closely, occasionally looking at one another.

Frank tilted his head and began to rub against Measha with his cheek
until he noticed the two staring at him. He gave them a disgusted
look and turned back to the television. Mary waved to Jenny and the
two returned to the kitchen "See what I mean." Mary whispered,
Jenny nodded and looked back at the living room. 

They whispered back and forth for a while, then Mary walked Jenny to
the door, "I wish you luck." Jenny said as she left. Mary nodded and
wished her a safe trip back to her house and waved as she backed her
car into the street and pulled away. Mary returned to the living room
and sat in the chair next to Frank, trying to maintain her attention
on the television and not look at him.

After watching an hour of cartoons, Mary when into the kitchen and
began to prepare dinner. As she was finishing setting the table,
Franks father came home from work "Hey honey..." he inhaled deeply,
"Boy does that small good." He gave her a quick hug and headed into
the living room, "Hey squirt, how's Measha?" he messed Frank's hair
before sitting down in his recliner.

Mary called them to dinner and sat down to eat, Frank sat in his seat,
Measha laying across his shoulder. "Honey, don't you think you should
leave Measha in the living room while you eat?" Mary asked politely.
"Why?" he responded while piling food onto his plate. "Well..." she
looked to her husband for support, "Son, maybe your mom's right, you
might drop her on your plate and get her all dirty." Mary hated it
when he humored Frank like that.

"Don't worry dad, I won't drop her." Frank replied as her rubber his
cheek across her back. They finished dinner with out speaking another
word, although Mary occasionally glance at her husband, still wishing
he would help her more in ridding her son of his toy. John, her
husband, always argued it was just a phase he was going through and
that he'd grow out of it soon.

After dinner they returned to the living room where John and Mary
watched the news and Frank did his home work. At eight, Frank put
his books away and prepared for bed, brushing his teeth and throwing
his clothes into the hamper. Mary quietly approached his room, hoping
to observe him with out him noticing. Her stealthy approach allowed
her to see Frank laying in bed with Measha on his bare chest, he rubbed
her back and forth across his chest and stomach.

Mary stepped into the room, "Lights out honey." She pulled the covers
up around his neck and kissed his forehead. She turned out the lights
as she left and stopped just outside the door, after a few moments of
silence, she could faintly hear Frank talking. She couldn't quite
make out what he was saying but, could tell he was talking.

She finally looked into his room and just as her eyes adjusted to the
darkness, Frank noticed her and pulled the covers back up over him.
"What were you doing sweetie?" she asked, watching him tug at the
sheets that covered him. "Nothing mom, just trying to get comfortable."
Mary turned and walked to the living room to join John with the TV.

After making sure his mom was gone, Frank threw back the covers once more
and pull his underwear down slightly, exposing his semi erect member.
"Ok Measha, where were we?" he teased as he stroked Measha's back. Her
head turned to look at him and then turned to his member, her small legs
twitched and slowly pulled her to it. Upon reaching it, she raised her
head and a small, pink tongue lashed out across it's head.

Frank slowly stroked her back as she worked her soft, felt like tongue
around his now hardening shaft. Measha crawled around and onto his member,
her tiny limbs grasping around it. Frank reached down and took hold of
her sides, her tongue still lapping at him. He began to slowly stroke
himself with her body, her tail draped down across his balls, its soft
fur dragging back and forth against them with every stroke.

With every pass, Measha's tongue slid along him. The two worked for a
while, Frank moving her and Measha licking. This went on until Frank began
to fell his muscles tightening, where upon he pulled Measha off his member
and positioned her on his stomach in front of the head. Measha's tongue
disappeared and her small mouth opened, she moved closer and covered the
end as much as she can, preparing to receive the upcoming load.

Frank didn't disappoint her as he continued stroking and his face
contorted, his legs bucked and his back arched. Measha's body
trembled as her waiting mouth was filled with the rich treat she so
loved. After a few short pulses, Frank began to stroke once more, hoping
to milk every last drop into his plushie lover. In the end, Measha returned
to licking the head, cleaning off the last remnants of his juices and a
final spurt that suddenly leaked out.

Frank put his hands behind his head and allowed her to complete her task,
watching as the pink tongue flicked around the head of his slowly softening
member. Upon completion, Measha turned to face him and Frank pulled her
onto his chest where he caressed and stroked her. After both were calm
once again, Frank readjusted his underwear and pulled the sheets back
up around his neck. Measha's small head poked out from under the covers
and Frank kissed the end of her nose.

He put both hands on her and held her against his chest, "Mom, if only you
could understand what Measha meant to me, you'd stop asking why I carry
her around every where with me. She's mine and I'll never let her go."
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I'm not sure exactly what promoted this story but, I can list
a couple things that might have contributed to it. I just got
back from watching "American werewolf in London" and I'm
watching a special on vampires. I have Sosha (my beanie baby
skunk) laying across my shoulder as usual while I watch TV
and work. You figure it out (no, the age and other descriptions
in this story are not depictions of me, I'm much older). Also,
I've never done a plushie story and thought "why not?"
AND, if your wondering why I never mentioned what Measha looked
like, its because this way, those of you who are plushphiles
can imagine she was what ever type on plushie your interested in.